Could you ask yourself?

Baby I love it when you come home
And make love to me like
You've seen something new
Baby I love it when you fold my clothes
And tuck them into cabinets
Send me off to work like that

Baby I don't know how you can happen to be so fine
I see him on the regular
He ties my heart in knots just like polish sausages
I never understand why some people
Insistently don't know how to love

Could you ask yourself the reason why?

I would like to know a couple of things about you
But I'm afraid to ask
I prefer to keep pretending
You are the sweet thing I made you out to be

I would like to gather up a couple of good sticks
And build you a nest
And lay you an egg
Straight into your mouth
I would like to gather up a couple of good sticks
And build you a nest
And lay you an egg
Straight into your mouth