Vive la difference he said

As I walked into the bar,

I've just slipped out

For a quiet jar.

He looked at me

Over the top of his glass

As he said with a sigh

I'll never understand our lass.

She'll change her frock

Two or three times a day

Doesn't understand it just

Ain't the masculine way.

I change my keks

Undies shirt and vest

Every other day

‘Cos I find that best.

And she tells me she

Has nothing much to wear

Yet her wardrobes so full

She'll get nowt new in there.

She just can’t see why

Shaving is such a chore

Two or three times a week

Is best, certainly not more.

She washes all natural oils

Every day from her hair

Then uses conditioner 

To put it back there.

She seems to have changed

Since we got wed

But its so lovely when 

We're cuddled up in bed.

I'll just soldier on,

He said with a smile,

‘Cos I get things right

Every once in a while.

I looked at him with

An understanding smile

And we quietly sat 

Contemplating for while.

Vive la difference he said

As he drained his glass

It's time I was off

Back home to our lass.