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 © | Year Posted 2005

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