His plan will blow up in his face.
We’ll make him a public disgrace.

Just when he thinks he’s winning,
we’ll set his head spinning.

Beware the power of a woman’s smile.
We can destroy as we beguile.

We’re the merry wives of Windsor
and we’ll pay him back in style!

I’m poor but happy.
I’m as extravagant as a lord.

For I’m rich in the rhymes
of love.

With my fantasies
and castles in the air...

...I have the soul of a millionaire!

Open your eyes now and then,
rash and foolish men.

Look at these women.
See them as they are.

You call them goddesses,
with your bewildered senses.

You have no defenses,
with your poor, weak minds.

They’re witches who charm us
in order to harm us.

Sirens serenading, to shipwreck us again.

Coquettes who ruin us just for a lark.

Dazzling comets that leave us in the dark.

They’re roses that prick you,
vixens that trick you.

They’ll cheat you, defeat you.

As liars, they’re witty.
They feel no love or pity!

The rest, I need not say.
You men know it anyway.