DO THE DAMN DISHES !

SHE COOKS MY MEALS
CLEANS MY CLOTHES
TENDS MY HYGIENE
GOD SURELY KNOWS

SHE'S GOING THROUGH CHANGES
AS SHE VACCUUMS THE FLOOR
INSTILLS IN THE BUNKY
THINGS TO STRIVE FOR

AND ME TOO PROUD
TO DO A DAMN THING
WHY, I'M THE MAN
I'M THE KING!

IT'S A WOMAN'S JOB
TO DO IT ALL
I'M THE MAN
I'VE GOT THE BALLS

TO WATCH TV AND
MOAN MY FATE
IF A MEAL IS BARELY
FIVE MINUTES LATE

SO I CHUCK IT ALL UP
AS I SPIT IN THE WIND
GUESS I'LL NEVER
DO THAT AGAIN!

SOMETHING INSIDE ME
JUST UP AND DIED
LOVE IS A MEMORY
WHEN SHE WAS MY BRIDE

AND I GOTTA CONFESS
SHE MUST BE GOD
HAIN'T NO PERSON
TRIED SO HARD

TO PLEASE THIS MAN
AND MAKE HIM A HOME
PUT HERSELF LAST
IN ALL THAT'S DONE

THAT'S REAL HARD
ON AN HONEST MAN
GOTTA HELP HER OUT
AND MAKE A STAND

WHEN THINGS GO WRONG
I JUST QUIT
SET ON THE PORCH
CUSS AND SPIT

OH NO NOT HER
SHE'S A DIFFERENT BREED
MAKES ME WONDER
WHO'S GOT GOD'S SEED

THEN SHE SMILES
THROUGH HER WELL-HID PAIN
LOOKS IN MY EYES AND SAYS,
I'D DO IT AGAIN!

TEARS ME UP
WHEN SHE TALKS THAT WAY
MY MOUTH GOES DRY
I'VE NOTHING TO SAY

AS I SNIFF BACK A TEAR
SHE GIVES ME THREE WISHES
" BUT FIRST," SHE SAYS
DO THE DAMN DISHES!"

THEPOETSKISS COPYRIGHT 2001

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