No wonder he loves her
No wonder at all
The moment she sees him
Her thought is to please him
Before he even knows that he's hungry
She's already there with his plate
Before his glass is even empty
She's pouring the wine
God forbid he should wait
Before he has the chance to tell her it's chilly
She's putting a log on the fire
Fulfilling his every desire
No trouble, no bother
No wonder she's pretty
What else should she be?
She hasn't a worry
And why should she worry?
When she gets up her biggest decision
Is figuring out what to wear
To pick a blouse, a skirt
And then there's the problem
Of what should she do with her hair
And later as she stands and studies a chicken
The question's to roast or to not roast
Or better yet maybe a pot roast
Tomatoes? No, potatoes
No wonder he likes it
It's perfect this way
Who wouldn't want someone
Who fusses and flatters
Who makes you feel
That you're all that matters
Whose only aim in life is to serve you
And make you think she doesn't deserve you
No wonder he loves her
What else could he do?
If I were a man, I would too
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