And I
He is finer than fine
And kinder than kind
He opens doors for me
And shows me top-notch chivalry
As a matter-of fact
The man has my back
He cooks
He cleans
He’s a sweet love machine
He cooks my favorite love soup
He cleans my---- Ooops
And for his love I’m a fiend
He showers me with gifts
All I have to say is “If”
If I had this
Here comes the bliss
When I check my bank account
It’s ten times more than my last amount
He makes deposits in more ways than one
He’s the man, and all I can say is
“Well done”
He knows that money can’t buy my love
He’s generous just because
Our love fits just like a soft Italian
Leather glove
Kisses and hugs
I’m drinking from this
Overflowing jug
My cup is running over
With goodness and mercy
And I
Thank God
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