When you walk through the door
after a hard day’s work,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you devour the taco
casserole I made,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you squeeze me
with your thick hairy arms,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you take a hot shower
while singing Sheeran,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you slip into your
black, cotton underwear,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you hop in our bed
ready to partake in rest,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you pull our blankets
so the lights cannot see,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
When you kiss my willing lips
like you did somebody’s,
you oughta know
that baby I know.
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