I delivered the orders from your last Stanley Party
Though I got some strange looks at the doors
And I cancelled our subscription to the Ladies Home Journal
And told Avon not to call anymore
Men have no need for magazines they don't read
For perfume and powder and such
Me and the house and everything in it
Have lost the feminine touch
The clock by our bed just gave up and stopped ticking
And the flowers on the mantel have died
The dust is gettin' deep on everything but the ceiling
And I've lost all my home owner's pride
Bottles are made from the bar to the bedroom
I've turned inside things for a crutch
Me and the house and everything in it
Have lost the feminine touch
Girl I sure miss your feminine touch