She does the laundry most every other day
She washes and dries it and folds it up and puts it all away
And it's not her favorite job, so I can't see
why she does the laundry more than she does me.
You know the kitchen floor is always swept and mopped,
and the stove is spic 'n span--you could eat right off the top.
And she doesn't love to wash the cutlery,
but she does them dishes more than she does me.
Well, I know that I'm not Fabio; I know that I'm not Sting;
I realize I'm not hung quite like a horse in early spring.
But I'm more fun than scrubbing pots and pans, and by the way,
If she's really into jobs so much, well I'd like one every day!
She does the bills each time I get paid
and she gives me thrills each time love is made.
And it's always worth the wait--there's just one thing that I hate
much more than she hates paying a late fee:
She does those damned bills more; she's the woman I adore,
but she does the laundry more than she does me.