No wonder he loves her No wonder at all The moment she sees him Her thought is to please him Before he even knows that he's hungry She's already there with his plate Before his glass is even empty She's filling it up God forbid he should wait! Before he has the chance to tell her He's chilly She'll go put a log on the fire Fulfilling his ev'ry desire No trouble No bother No wonder she's pretty What else should she be? She hasn't a worry? And why should she worry? When she gets up Her biggest decision Is figuring out what to wear To pick a blouse, a skirt, And there's the problem Of what should she do With her hair And later as she stands And studies a chicken The question's "To roast or to not roast?" Or better yet maybe a pot roast? Tomatoes? No Potatoes? No wonder he likes it It's perfect this way Who wouldn't want someone who Fusses and flatters? Who makes you feel that you're all That matters? Whose only aim in life is to serve you And make you think she doesn't Deserve you? No wonder he loves her What else could he do? If I were a man I would to!