Well then. I guess that's it then. As you trip on my rug on your way out the door. To your new found freedom. You always get your way. Happy. We can't be happy. For I've learned. That reality is only opinion. We disagreed dear. Some opinions can't persuade. Crazy. My thinkin' was hazy. Placin' you. In the kitchen with apron and skillet preparing me dinner. But to serve's not your fortay. Lonely. I bet I was only. Lookin' in your direction for some small affection. But you made me love you. Cuz you always get your way. Always always. Isn't it boring?. Day after day. After day. After day. After day. Your suspicion. And all my ambition. Creates nothing less than an incredible mess. So I guess good luck darlin'. Is all I have to say. Kill me. You said you'd kill me. Baby those are just words. That in anger. You say but I surely would hate it. If you ever got your way. And you always get your way. You always get your way.