“Wishful Thinking”

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She is getting upset
Soon I will regret
She’s started to fret
I can see the beads of sweat

I must offer good cheer
I must soothe in her ear
I must hide all the beer
It’s my domestic career

Am I a man or a mouse ?
You should live in this house
With a bad-tempered spouse
Always calling me a louse

She’s not one to provoke
Not one to take a joke
Her neck I’d like to choke
Or twist it ’til it broke

Perhaps…. she’ll have a stroke ?

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