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 filling it up,
God forbid he should wait!
Before he as the chance to tell her
He's chilly,
She'll go to put a log on the fire-
Fulfilling his ev'ry desire-
No trouble.
No bother.
No wonder she's pretty,
What else shoud 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 to!