She Doesn't Have To Shave

She was washing the dishes

When she burst into tears

It was her time of the month

She was up to her ears

I put my arms ‘round her neck

I said “Sit down a while

Cry as much as you like

I'll do the dishes

Tell me what's on your mind”

There's a boiling point

That you're bound to reach

When it's all your fault

And you're half asleep

She's lucky she doesn't have to shave

I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain

Her eyes were like pools

Filled with newly-wept tears

She was sat doubled up

With her hands on her ears

I felt useless

I smiled and I shrugged

I was sweet as could be

As I poured her some milk

Here was my flower

That was ready to wilt

There's a boiling point

That you're bound to reach

When it's all your fault

And you're half asleep

She's lucky she doesn't have to shave

I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain

A fairy tale finish

We flaked out on the floor

It was “Match of the Day”

On the TV, what's more

I fell asleep at halftime

We had had a right result

It was kisses and hugs

At the end of the day

She's the one that I love

There's a boiling point

That you're bound to reach

When it's all your fault

And you're half asleep

She's lucky she doesn't have to shave

I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain

(There's a point

That you reach

Head held down

Lost for speech…)