Life can be a nuisance,
Life can be a bore,
To lie down by your husband,
And all he does is snore.

You want a bit of loving,
Your life has fallen apart,
What can I do to tell him,
I love him from the heart.

Exciting times there used to be,
When love was young and fancy free,
Bed was like a battlefield,
Where we would toss around.

Where passion was all wild,
Boy what a love we’d found,
Then as we settled down in life,
I just became a loving wife.

Did all the cooking and washing up,
And kids as well to see to,
This all added to the strife,
What’s one poor girl supposed to do.