Not to be outdone, Not to be unrewarded

I put my best foot forward

It went straight in my mouth
She said, 'You dirty little louse
Why don't you cook and clean the house?'
And then she went straight out
She left behind her coat and mittens

She came in looking like a horror show
At half past four this morning
She looked grim, her hair was lank
Her lips were blue, what was I supposed to do

I said 'sit down sweetheart and let me tend your wounds
You're back in safe hands now
No matter where you've been
You can stay with me till the sunlight crashes in'
Well the grazes on her knees were fixed with TCP
And her red and swollen feet needed warm and gentle bathing
She's been misbehaving, she's been a little loose
But I'm getting used to her falling quick in love with her