I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I cook for shit. I'm sorry my sewing isn't like your mother's. I'll call her up. I'm sorry I dress kinda boyish. I'm sorry my hair isn't long like the girls in your magazine. I'll grow it out. I know I can't run the world, 'cause I can't even decide what To make for dinner. I know that you are stonger than me Because you are a man. Thank God you are a man. I'm sorry your world is a mess. Don't worry, I'll pour you a beer So that it doesn't fizz up. You taught me well. I'm sorry you dropped the gla*s on the floor. I'll sweep it up before you can say 'clean it up you stupid bitch'. You'll be so proud. I know I can't run the world, 'cause I can't even decide what To make for dinner. I know that you are stonger than me Because you are a man. I know I can't run the world, 'cause you tell me I s*ck And your such a winner. I know that you are stonger than me Because you are a man. I'm sorry I'm not good with make-up. I'm sorry I don't wear any s*xy lingerie. I'll lose some weight. I know I can't run the world, 'cause I can't even decide what To make for dinner. I know that you are stonger than me Because you are a man. I know I can't run the world, 'cause you tell me I s*ck And your such a winner. I know that you are stonger than me Because you are a man. Thank God you are a man. What would I do without a man?