Fanny's washing the clothes, I know, think I'll give Mary Sue a call. I've cleaned the house there's nothing left to do. Gonna be another lonely night 'cause he's not here to hold me tight.
He ain't no saint I know he'll never be. He don't stay home each night with the kids and me. But just like a man he likes to have his fun. And sometimes he comes in with the mornin' sun.