I Am the Boss
I AM THE BOSS HE SAID WITH A GRUNT I CAN FISH AND I CAN HUNT
I EARN THE CASH TO KEEP YOU FED
I FIX THE CAR AND PAT YOUR HEAD
I AM THE MAN CANT YOU SEE
IF NOT ME WHERE WOULD YOU BE
I AM THE BOSS AND ITS NO LIE
BUT ITS YOUR JOB TO COOK TO FRY
TO WASH TO CLEAN AND KEEP ME FED
TO MAKE A PLACE FOR ME TO LAY MY HEAD
I AM THE BOSS YOU ARE MY WIFE
THE WAY IT WILL BE TILL THE END OF MY LIFE
Copyright © Kathrine Kazakoff | Year Posted 2005
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