(Difford/Tilbrook) 



She was washing the dishes  

When she burst into tears  

It was the time of the month  

She was up to her ears  

I put my arms round her neck  

I said sit down a while  

Cry as much as you like  

I'll do the dishes  

Tell me what's on your mind  

There's a boiling point  

That you're bound to reach  

When it's all your fault  

And you're half asleep.  

She's lucky she doesn't have to shave  

I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain  



Her eyes were like pools  

Filled with newly wed tears  

She was sat doubled up  

With her hands on her ears  

I felt useless  

I smiled and I shrugged  

I was sweet as could be  

As I poured her some milk  

Here was my flower  

That was ready to wilt  



A fairy tale finish  

We flaked out on the floor  

It was match of the day  

On the TV what's more  

I fell asleep at half time  

We had had a right result  

It was kisses and hugs  

At the end of the day  

She's the one that I love