You may think you know what you want
But then, baby, you havenít met me
Long silver hair, poetically polite
Youíll 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
Youíll surely say to yourself
Washing dishes; never such fun could there be.
The laundry Iím sure youíll always make white
Dinner better be something good
Youíll 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 Iím sure you will not mind
Thereíll be so much fun to have
Like sweeping and dusting
Washing the car too.
Beauty may be on the inside
Some claim itís more than skin deep
But if it doesnít shine through,
Please do me a favor,
Donít bother calling me.