I get my left and rights still all wrong,
I still can’t tell the time on a 12 hour watch,
I get exhausted at the simplest thought,
Of getting started on the pots,
Took me ages to buy an ironing board,
It’s still wrapped in its shrink wrap,
I hate household chores,
And he still thinks it’s a woman’s job,
What’s wrong with me?
Am I lazy?
Or just giving up a little more lately?
I hear the beat of the drum collapse around me,
Chewing of gum starts to grind me,
And I’m stay here asking politely,
What is wrong with me?