Let no one tell you otherwise:
I love you for your limpid eyes.
The stunning salary you make
Is merely icing on the cake.
You come to me and I rejoice
Too see your face, to hear your voice.
You come to me with much to share,
Like freshly laundered underwear.
You make my bed, you wash my dishes,
Satisfy my dinner wishes,
Forgive the crimes that I confess:
I couldn’t love you any less.
You’re all I ever bargained for.
Go cash your check. I’ll tell you more.