She buys hem food and clothing
she does his laundry
she washed stinking shirts
and she gets nothing in return
hes out there earning wages
talking dirty all the time
when he comes home for supper
he wants a slave and not a wife
at nights she wears sweet nothings
to please his dirty mind
He does his wham-bang special
and falls asleep right by her side
Let me tell you now
you dont need a woman, you need a slave
and its no excuse for the way you behave
well, you dont need a woman
She cant wear to much make-up
cause make-up thats for whores
he sees her when she wakes up
isnt she a bore
The weekends are for football
or for drinking with the boys
her heart is doing time
in a prison with no walls