© by Stan C. Countz Nov. 2009
These days she’s makin’ the bacon
But I’m still a man last time I checked
My nerves are shot and my head is achin’
Don’t know what that woman expects
My patience and hair’s growin’ thinner
I just wonder what’s happenin’ next
Now when she comes home late for dinner
We're famished and the house is a mess
CHORUS
Don’t know what that woman wants
To wear the pants or to wear the dress?
I ain’t askin’ for that much
And I'm tryin' to do my best
To feel the warmth of her touch
To feel her head on my chest
But if I can’t get no love
I’d settle for some respect
I’m confused ‘bout my role in the family
I’m still supposed to provide and protect (but)
Washin’ and foldin’ clothes just ain’t manly
Don’t know what that woman expects
I ain’t a cook and I ain’t a nanny
Though I’m tryin’ my very best
I’m used to takin’ names and kickin’ fanny
But right now I could use a little rest
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Our kids are 'bout ready to leave us
Pretty soon, we’ll have an empty nest
Can’t let this challenge defeat us
We can ride this out and pass this test
But no one would ever believe us
Who’d believe we’d be a success?
Does she want to follow or lead us?
I'm confused, I must confess
OUTRO
Don’t know what that woman wants
Don’t know what she expects
I ain’t askin’ for that much
Just some love and some respect
Ain’t lookin’ for no free lunch
Tired of sittin' on the bench
'Cuz, in this economic crunch
If I can’t get a little love
I’d settle for a little sex
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