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