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“Ooh, don’t stop”, she says to me when massaging her feet at night;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she whines when flipping channels and a game comes into sight;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she orders when pushing the grocery cart past the cold beer aisle;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she barks when I take a dishwashing break for awhile.

“Give me more, baby”, she says when pouring her a glass of wine;
“Give me more, baby”, she demands when I get out of the ATM line;
“Give me more, baby”, she pleads when putting her gifts under the Christmas tree;
“Give me more, baby”, she requests when editing my last will and testimony.

“You’re the best”, she says to the girl who dresses her hair;
“You’re the best”, she announces to the teachers who provide day care;
“You’re the best”, she moans to her favorite flavor of ice cream;
“You’re the best”, she states to the tailor who lets out her seams.

But what do I hear in bed at night when amorous I get?
These phrases she so commonly uses, she seems to then forget.
In twenty years of trying to please, I haven’t heard one yet;
The truth of the matter, the fact of it is, I hear the opposite.

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