In your room I am ironing
I feel pretty good about myself
I feel that goodness usually reserved
Or given a fairly lofty price tag
Much the same when you return
From your dutiful day at work
While all the while I toyed
With some unlikely protestation
Then we sit on the three seater
Share the newspapers, I am leaning in
I feel pretty good about you yourself
We did kiss but that was somewhat earlier
The iron is still
Something else is steaming
Outside you cut the grass
You mow the lawn