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Unhappy Housewife
Well I fried your eggs for your breakfast.
I cleaned the house all alone
I rubbed your back every evening.
And I scrubbed my hands to the bone

Who washed your socks every Monday?
Who cooked the dinner at night?
Who baked the bread every Tuesday?
And who washed your shirts shining white?


Who painted the kitchen last November?
Who mended your shirts when they tore?
Who started your car every morning?
And who's walking out through the door?


Well I washed your socks every Monday
I cooked the dinner every night
I baked the bread every Tuesday
And I washed your shirts shining white


Who fried your eggs for your breakfast?
Who leaned the house all alone?
Who rubbed your back every evening?
And who scrubbed her hands to the bone?


Well I painted the kitchen last November
I mended your shirts when they tore
I started the car every morning.
And I'm walking out through the door
Goodbye

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