Changing Rooms

She wants to go out shopping, to find that perfect dress, For the up and coming function, you know, the one she must impress. But sat outside her changing room which happens quite a lot, I’m staring at my feet like I’m waiting to be shot. So that got me thinking about the guys who must endure, This embarrassing dilemma as they gaze upon the floor, That it would be rather splendid if the shop would just provide A fifty inch tv screen with some beer upon the side. I can imagine the astonishment, on match day, as we shout, ‘Are we going shopping love?’ and she asks ‘what’s this about?’ ‘Well the run up to the game means I have to get my spot, So the guys are buying dresses or hadn’t you forgot?’