No wonder he loves her
No wonder at all
The moment she sees him
Her thought is to please him
Before he even knows that he's hungry
She's already there with his plate
Before his glass is even empty
She's filling it up
God forbid he should wait!
Before he has the chance to tell her
He's chilly
She'll go put a log on the fire
Fulfilling his ev'ry desire
No trouble
No bother

No wonder she's pretty
What else should she be?
She hasn't a worry?
And why should she worry?
When she gets up
Her biggest decision
Is figuring out what to wear
To pick a blouse, a skirt,
And there's the problem
Of what should she do
With her hair
And later as she stands
And studies a chicken
The question's
"To roast or to not roast?"
Or better yet maybe a pot roast?
Tomatoes?
No
Potatoes?

No wonder he likes it
It's perfect this way
Who wouldn't want someone who
Fusses and flatters?
Who makes you feel that you're all
That matters?
Whose only aim in life is to serve you
And make you think she doesn't
Deserve you?
No wonder he loves her
What else could he do?
If I were a man
I would to!