You wash his clothes,
And change his sheets,
You clean the mess,
Up off his sheets.
He mumbles thanks,
And kisses you,
Which is why you do,
All that you do.
You take the crap,
From all his friends,
For the chance to see him,
As your day ends.
Just what he wants,
Is what he gets,
Your heart's in his hands,
But he 'just forgets'.
He sometimes slips,
Just starts to yell,
If its you or not,
You cannot tell.
But you forgive,
As most of us do,
No holding a grudge,
For Good Girls like you.
You say sweet things,
To calm him down,
But he moves his hand,
And you're on the ground.
He's done it once,
Or twice before,
So you've learned to stay,
Down on the floor.
He moves his foot,
And kicks you rough,
But that's ok,
His day's been tough.
He picks you up,
Gives you a shove,
But you'll do just what you need,
To save the love.
After he's done,
He picks you up,
Gives you a kiss,
And fills his vodka cup.
You walk away,
Like you always do,
So you can finish the laundry,
Like the Good Girls do.
