Who's gonna make your tea in the morning like I do. Who's gonna rub your back when you come home from work. Who's gonna make you up every night like I do.
Don't make me speak in a new language. Just let me tell you the way that I feel about you. I sure don't want to offend anyone. But if you take away my words how can I tell you the truth.
I've got a little girl, though I know it won't be long. Before she finds another boy who will sit her by the fireplace. And sing her a song. It feels like there's no safe place.