We could unload the dishes
And unload the wash
Will you pour me a glass?
On your bed you can toss
My air-ridden head
And red hot legs
While in my ear what you said
Rings out as would a bell
We can sweep the backyard
And scrub off the counter
And I'll finish my glass
Will you pour me another?
In your sun soaked bed
We'll lie once again
We'll pretend we've been wed
To never once end