I’m sorry I cook for shit.
I’m sorry my sewing isn’t like your mother’s.
I’ll call her up.
I’m sorry I dress kinda boyish.
I’m sorry my hair isn’t long like the girls in your magazine.
I’ll grow it out.
I KNOW I CAN’T RUN THE WORLD,
CAUSE I CAN’T EVEN DECIDE
WHAT TO MAKE FOR DINNER.
I KNOW THAT YOU ARE STRONGER THAN ME,
BECAUSE YOU ARE A MAN.
THANK GOD YOU ARE A MAN.
I’m sorry your world is a mess.
Don’t worry, I’ll pour you a beer so that it doesn’t fizz up.
You taught me well.