I'm the Best You'll Ever Do

(James/Lynna Woolsey, Notes From Home Publishing, BMI)

Well you say that you love and you will until you die. So baby sweet baby, why oh baby why? You treat me like an old worn out pair of shoes. Alone and neglected and I’m feelin’ so abused

Now listen to me baby, cause I’ve got this to say. Our Cinderella story just don’t end this way. You can spend a lifetime tryin’ to fill that old glass shoe, But let me tell you baby, I’m the best you’ll ever do

Day after day, week after week I pick up all your laundry, And I was your dirty sheets. I cook and I clean and I sew your old bluejeans. So baby tell me why I’m not the woman of your dreams

So long it’s been swell, the clock it just struck twelve. My carriage has arrived, and you can go to …...well