Dear Wife, I need adoring looks
The Kind I read about in books
I want esteem, I want affection
Please, darling, beam in my direction
I want esteem, I want affection
Please, darling, beam in my direction
Don't, dearest, frown and
squint your eyes
Don't cut me down to proper size
Oh, do not fear and do not doubt me.
I want to hear the good about me
Don't cut me down to proper size
Oh, do not fear and do not doubt me.
I want to hear the good about me
So, if you'd be in married
clover,
Make over me.
Don't make me over
Make over me.
Don't make me over
-Richard Armour
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