You criticize your husbands every move
Theres nothing left that he enlists as right
The fragile chauvinism a fact you prove
You stand your ground you guarantee one fight
Your status lower than his the social plight
Your weekly salary the stingier sum
Of feisty feminism youre an acolyte
Youre last to know the nanny has it rum
The nannys gestures meek and easygoing
Elusive prize appear to him in stress
Ive seen them pashing any stage of dress
You live a lie on brink of never knowing
A caring soul if shes in birth third world
The dab at spooning him on sofa curled
Chorus world globe sphere
