What it is not is abuse.
I know that for a fact.
He is just particular
About the way I rub his back
He likes his life in order
And his shoes all in a line
I suppose I have gotten better
About always being on time.
No slips no mistakes
For the grace is just not allowed
For the day is fairly rough
If my will I do not bow.
But he has never called me stupid
He has told me so
He just implies all of the reminders
So that I can know.
You see I have it good
Compared to other wives
As long as I forget my dreams
And settle for a puppet life.
