Lyrics:

(DiffordTilbrook) 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