HE'S A MAN
Likes it when I carry
Dinner to the table
Him to take it easy
Once in a while tease me
He's in my sites, lookin'
At what there might be cookin'
On the hot stove steamin'
To the table beamin'
Sit down feeling good
To serve him as I should
The delights of nourishing food
When he wants me quiet in a mood
Where I am there to give him a place
In front of TV sports to face
The speak of it, me out of the room
He's a man, not a rose to bloom
Woman, with your silk and thorn
Hush now quiet, he'll be back reborn.
3/10/2007 0435 cj
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