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A womans world is a busy place, Where work and home are interlaced. Get the children of to school, Then journey to the typing pool. Collect the groceries during lunch, There's no time left for me to munch. Workday over, children home, But, no-one listens if I moan. Make sure dinners in the stove, And the kids don't push and shove. Get those homework essays out, And no more fighting, is what I shout. Dinner over, kids in bed, Man of house on sofa laid. Tiring day is what he says, As I carry through the loaded trays. Clean the kitchen, tidy up While he opens can, to sup. Have to hurry, laundry waiting, But man of house, just wants some mating. Sorry darling, too much to do, Just about to clean the loo. A pile of ironing on the table, Just don't know when I'll be able. Ahh, it's bedtime now at last, Sleepy eyes are drooping fast, Ohh, the rapture of comfy covers,But man of house, wants to be lovers. He strokes with hand upon my head, Forget it man, I'm all but dead! A womansworld
