Lyrics

Terence Gardner © 2007

She gets to choose everywhere we go
She makes the call on wear I buy my clothes
I'd rather die than hurt her feelings
Do my best to meet all of her needings
Like picking up her dry cleanings
Even scoop the poop from her Pomeranians

HEY! I'm in love
I don't really care who know
I'm whipped I'm sprung
I might as well admit
She's opened up my nose
I've seen it happen to some of the best
So it makes me feel no shame to confess
She wears the pants I the dress
But Hey, I'm in love

Doesn?t matter what we're doing, she comes first
In the dressing room at the mall outside I?m holding her purse
I could resist with all of my might
But all she has to do smile in my sight
And then she's eating up my very last bite
Sounds pathetic but I really don't mind

HEY! I'm in love
Couldn't care less how it show
I accept I'm beat
Cuz I really hate feet
But I like playing with her toes
And I've seen it happen to the best
So I got no shame to confess
She wears the pants, I wear the dress
Because Hey I'm in love