The Little Things I Do

 

The purpose of my life

is annoying my wife

it's the little things I do

 

that seem to

always irritate

I put in no effort to

 

She says I'll be

the death of her

in fact that may be true

 

but then again

she loves me for

the little things I do.

 

 

◄ Not As Young As We Used To Be

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