A couple of things. This is a Valentine's Day song to my wife. We've been married a while, longer than some and less than others. I've written a lot of songs with her in mind. Mind you, I've written songs (and haven't we ALL here) about old flames when they weren't so old. You know, passionate gushy stuff, some of which I still like. And, of course, breakup songs.
Just because my current flame has been my current flame for 22 years doesn't make the same old gushy love songs any different, really, from the songs I've written for anyone else. What makes them different is not the song, but the unseen fact that this relationship is still rolling along, still the best thing that ever happened to me.
My wife has, over time, helped me become a better person. So, I thought I'd acknowledge the debt I owe her by writing about that. But, as you will note, NOT in a gushy way.
Lastly, this is a waltz, not a polka. I know that. So any comments below that this is not a polka but a waltz means that you haven't read the liner notes.
He knows how he feels and he'll tell you.
He sometimes admits when he's wrong.
He likes a good rom-com.
He knows how to listen
He probably lives with women.
He's not as insistent on being right
He keeps the toilet seat down.
He cries at the movies
He's real good at kissin'
He probably lives with women
He stays in touch with his feminine side,
He's emotionally, sexually satisfied.
Been seen at the gym playing ball with the guys.
Been seen at the drugstore buying menstrual supplies.
Of course there are all kind of people
And, like races, we all can't be winnin'
But when I see a sad case
become a good mister
I figure he's lived with a sister
or daughter or wife or mother
He's probably lived with women!