by Wayne Wysocki
Leaves her sweater on the floor
And the dishes she’ll ignore
She’s adverse to any chore
But I adore her.
Folding laundry, she’ll deplore
Says that that’s what maids are for
Never thinks to lock the door
But I adore her.
No one’s perfect, heaven knows
But she’s the one that my heart chose
Guess that's just the way it goes
To me she’s sweeter than a rose
Sure she’s messy, but what’s more
She’s the one I’ve waited for
She’s an angel at her core
So I adore her.
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