Oh the Delight of Me
Oh the sheer delight of being with me
I am allowed to be free when I’m with me
Oh I’m truly ticked off to a tee
When I’m out with thee instead of me
You’re mean and churly, you chew me out
By crickey is that what love’s about
You drive me crazy and I’m going insane
I’m in pain, and you say I’m inane
You’re my Tarzan handsome and brave
I’m the court jester, Mother, lover and slave
It’s fetch this, get this, come here, now go there
Taint fair even in bed I have to stroke your hair
Then there’s sex , Oh we have our share of that
I wonder what it’s like to have a little chat
Yes you’re in and out of my life every day
So why don’t you try to be light and gay
Oh the wondrous joy of being with me
Oh the utter delight to be free of thee
I’d never shout and I’d never pout
And about my needs I would never doubt
I’d buy me chocolates, candy and a big red rose
Mink coats, diamonds and I’d even propose
Pity to end this ditty with this hypothesis
Loves not fair and the bliss of his my nemesis
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