My Wife
My wife to me
what would she be,
a loving Mother with kid's of three,
staying home to care for thee,
cleaning house on hand and knee.
My wife to me
what would she be,
making dinner, not a breeze
but she always aims to please,
with me my wife always agrees.
My wife to me what would she be,
the only one I'll ever see,
the only one that's dear to me,
the only one I can't set free.
By John And Heather Roe
what would she be,
a loving Mother with kid's of three,
staying home to care for thee,
cleaning house on hand and knee.
My wife to me
what would she be,
making dinner, not a breeze
but she always aims to please,
with me my wife always agrees.
My wife to me what would she be,
the only one I'll ever see,
the only one that's dear to me,
the only one I can't set free.
By John And Heather Roe
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