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!