My damsel always needs all of my attention.
Sometimes she’ll even through tantrums for it.
I try to avoid that kind of tension.
I don’t want to upset her one bit.

My lass is the center of my world.
I’m a lad who’s said to be whipped.
They say I’ve fallen for this girl.
I don’t know how she got me to trip.

My girl’s sensitivity is off the charts.
She can cry over the littlest things.
Her mind always takes it to heart
And she always thinks I’m having a fling

My lady’s etiquette is a bit barbaric.
You should see her eat a rack of ribs.
Thos kind of traits are generic.
Her children are to need some bibs.

My woman is my best friend.
She always tells me that I shine.
She cares about me to no end
And I’m ever so lucky that she’s mine