No wonder he loves her
No wonder at all
The moment she sees him
Her thought is to please him

Before he even knows that he's hungry
She's already there with his plate
Before his glass is even empty
She's filling it up God forbid he should wait
Before he has the chance to tell her
He's chilly, she’ll go put a log on the fire
Fulfilling his every desire-
No trouble, no bother

No wonder she's pretty
What else should she be
She hasn't a worry
And why should she worry

When she gets up her biggest decision
Is figuring out what to wear
To pick a blouse, a skirt
And then there's the problem of what
Should she do with her hair
And later as she stands and studies
A chicken, the question’s "to roast
Or to not roast"
Or better yet may be a pot roast?
Tomatoes? No, potatoes
No wonder he likes it-
It's perfect this way
Who wouldn't want someone
Who fusses and flatters?
Who makes you feel that you're all that matters?
Whose only aim in life is to serve you
And make you think she doesn’t deserve you?

No wonder he loves her-
What else could he do?
If I were a man, I would too!