Then we'll make plans for dinner
But these days I've been thinking
But one day I might cut loose
And we'll never get bored with our routine and pattern
And you're useless at drinking
After the flirting and after the swooning
You know our son would be a hit
And we took to breeding
And as for our daughter
Since I've been letting you feed it
With nerves put to bed, it's all just fine tuning
And I just won't be much use
With her brains and her beauty and her wit
The big bright clock stops ticking
As we make a right mess of your hair
Though my gut's got no thinner
And with our tongues click-clicking
When I'm your house-husband and you are my slattern
And so you'll push me away
I doubt that we're going to need it
And if you stop bleeding
We'll do one for one 'til we're both bare
All suitors she'll slaughter
