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Stereotyped, The lady-like wife That unwritten law Of domestic life . . . I want to dust in the nude And cook wearing leather I want to be very crude With one pink feather I want to pant down the ‘phone As you smile at your boss I want to scream loud and moan Bite, scratch, claw and toss I want to know there’s still passion For your lady-like wife Not contentment but hot fire In domestic life You know I love you my darling So much more than the cat Just climb up on the wardrobe We haven’t tried that!

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