You may think you know what you want
But then, baby, you haven’t met me
Long silver hair, poetically polite
You’ll never have to fear my anger
That is, if you mostly stay out of sight
Each day you spend by my side
Will be spent feeling free
You’ll surely say to yourself
Washing dishes; never such fun could there be.
The laundry I’m sure you’ll always make white
Dinner better be something good
You’ll learn to shop for necessities too
Like cigars and six packs
Cans of tobacco? Maybe just a few.
Good manners are a must
In the field of T.V. etiquette.
The remote is mine forever to hold
Which I’m sure you will not mind
There’ll be so much fun to have
Like sweeping and dusting
Washing the car too.
Beauty may be on the inside
Some claim it’s more than skin deep
But if it doesn’t shine through,
Please do me a favor,
Don’t bother calling me.