Men sure have it easy
Thinking I'm a robot
Who has all the answers and solutions
To every household problems
In the pocket of my jeans.
Men sure have it easy
Thinking the spatula in the kitchen
Will make them three meals a day,
The broom at that corner
Will keep the door dust free,
And the flesh of my bones
Will keep giving birth to boys
(and bruises.)
And when they're tired of my roundness,
Or my nagging,
Or that I have no ears
To listen to their whining,
Men sure have it easy
Thinking they could walk out
While I clean after their problems
Eyes looking
For Shizuka.
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