Bring her flowers and kiss her cheek

Wash the dishes and throw the trash
Screw the leak beneath the sink
There will be days like that


Listen to her, singing in the shower
Bring the pitcher from the higher shelf
Ask her help in the crossword puzzle
You will never finish it yourself


Cut the salad as she boils the eggs
While exchanging stories of traffic
And applaud when she sweetly brags
About her triumphs in the attic


Add bread to the shopping list
And remind her to pay the bill
She will dodge, you must insist
After all, she knows the drill


Watch the evening news at eight
Hug a while, as the image fades
And in cards, call it late
When she draws the queen of spades


Make her tea, and add some cream
Deny she's always getting fatter
When in bed, do not dream
How could it get any better