Understanding

My girl has an understanding. She's the boss, does the commanding.
I say, "Please, dear! Please, dear! Please, dear! I hear you loud and clear, dear.
If you want, then lend an ear, dear. If you won't - then don't."

Clean the dishes? That's my pleasure. Wash the floor at my own leisure.
I say: "Yes dear, yes dear, yes dear. You're the greatest, I confess, dear.
Let me clean up this mess here. If you won't - then don't."

Satisfied, I sit beside my love. Won't guide her if I tried.
When I try, her eyes go wide. My love hits me with her glove.

She rules and I serve here. She's the one with the strong nerve here.
I say, "Please, dear! Please, dear! Please, dear! I hear you loud and clear, dear.
If you want, then lend an ear, dear. If you won't - then don't."

Women always fool me. Seem to serve as they rule me.
My father never schooled me about how to treat them coolly.
Yes, we argue, but who doesn't? Complaining? No, I wasn't!
I'm the best guy on the planet. My life, I don't understand it!

My girl has an understanding, etc.

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Rod Mitchell