Difford/Tilbrook)
She was washing the dishes
When she burst into tears
It was the time of the month
She was up to her ears
I put my arms round her neck
I said sit down a while
Cry as much as you like
I'll do the dishes
Tell me what's on your mind
There's a boiling point
That you're bound to reach
When it's all your fault
And you're half asleep.
She's lucky she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain
Her eyes were like pools
Filled with newly wed tears
She was sat doubled up
With her hands on her ears
I felt useless
I smiled and I shrugged
I was sweet as could be
As I poured her some milk
Here was my flower