Violets are blue
I love you darling
And you love me too
But please, dearest sweetness,
Just give me a break
A sip of some water
A slice of some cake
My fingers are burning
The iron is hot
My nerves are strung up
�Cause the washing is not
The floor�s being hoovered
I�m trying so hard
Attempting to wash up
Forgive, by the lord
Now please, oh my love,
Put the barbed wire away
I�ll get cooking done
By the end of the day
Okay, I admit it
I might have been flawed
When I rambled my ramblings
Your nerves, yes, I gnawed
I realise the work
That you do all day long
I said you were lazy
And yes, I was wrong
So please, my beloved
Wipe from you that frown
And really quite soon, please
Put the shotgun down!
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