I do not want a perfect wife,
...a buxom Barbie doll,
I'll take my mate with hint of strife,
...who yells when I don't call.
When first wakes up, can be a grouch,
...can give the evil eye,
When she's irate, I get the couch,
...I oft' times wonder why.
She can burn a scrambled egg,
...and likes to have her way,
I often think she likes to beg,
...to get my hard earned pay.
But late at night, when she's asleep,
...I gaze upon her there,
I know down deep, that I will keep,
...her in my heart for e'er.
When I'm in trouble she's nearby,
...to be there by my side,
I know for me that she would die,
...together we have cried.
The more I think upon my life,
...my not so perfect wife,
Notwithstanding, occasional strife,
...I have a perfect wife.
Sheesh.. she would have to be to put up with me.