So, you have inquired where is my place? Where do I belong?
I am the source of your muse…the reason for your song
While you may be the sword I am the shield
That one nursing you back to health after being wounded on the field
Our home I manage and our children I personally raise
Which I do out of love expecting little praise
Through all of your shameful acts and tawdry affairs
I stand beside you, and behind you, with a love that’s rare
When you believe that you can’t I tell you can
Because I am a Woman…and well…you’re just a man
Work a 9 to 5…yes I do that too
Though I’m paid less money for the same work you do
When you are sick I take good care of you
And when you need a little lovin’… it’s me you turn to
So, when you ask me where is my place…my response is everywhere
Of course you’re free to disagree…if you so dare!