I ain’t never liked laundry
Or dishes
Or weedin’
But baby with you... there ain’t nothin’ bout it
That’s doldrums or humdrum like before.
I’d never thought to wrap our little boy in things to fold
like they was sand on a beach
Or turn washin’ dishes into a favorite you-tube video showing session with suds a flyin’
Or make yard work play
Because you pause for piggy back rides and kisses
In between all the mud
In fact, while covered with mud.
So the grunt work, the hard work
With you babe, it passes right by
And is it doldrums or humdrum anymore?
Nah, not with you
Not when you’re there too.
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