Married Love

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Married love, married love Here's my strategy of married love If it seems your hopes are growing dim Don't forget that you chose him Don't forget that you chose him So he must be wonderful, right? If your brain rules your heart That's a problem, baby, from the start You cannot trust your brain It's the brain that goes insane, and not the heart No, not your heart You're a woman With a thousand little pockets in her being You tuck away all the little pains for other days A man doesn't have those little pockets in his being His system of emotions is no complicated maze He's straighter and simpler than you And to love him, you must be simpler, too Which is not an easy thing to do So, what to do? Go back to a time when you first felt love Before you played the game Go back to a time before you learned How to bait, and then humiliate And when to delegate the blame You were young and felt your love And it was wonderful He noticed that you loved him And yes, he was wonderful You didn't demand or second guess Or thought in terms of more or less Your heart put on its Sunday dress And you were wonderful But you grew up Not every day is Sunday, your Sunday dress comes off In your fairy tale hungry mind you're disappointed You analyze and question, someone must be at fault And your fairy tale prince becomes the one anointed He may not be the reason, he just happens to be there And the Sundays turn to weekdays, and your joy turns to despair He's oblivious, like an innocent boring into rotten fruit You stock your ammunition, find your target, and you shoot You lose what makes you feminine It's the only thing you've truly owned And there you are, discontented With the prince whom you've dethroned You were right in saying, "forever after" Cinderella-minded, as you are The fairy tale leaves you with a beautiful sentence About happiness ever after But you forget that before it came to that poetic ending There were dangers, and sorrows, and hardships You will remember your instinct's antennae Your antennae will tell you many things: What he likes and dislikes His desires for the day When to talk, when to listen When to say what you must say How is work is or isn't When to kiss him, or when not When to praise him, or critique him Either slightly or a lot Don't treat him like an object Like his toothbrush or his comb Just because his things are near you Doesn't mean he won't leave home Be his mother, his child The moon to his sun, the silver to his gold Grow kinder together, grow closer together And together you'll grow old Be his life, be life And, above all, don't interrupt or correct them When they're telling one of their stories Let them tell their story Married love, married love That's my strategy of married love If it seems your hopes are growing dim Don't forget that you chose him Don't forget that you chose him So he must be wonderful, right? Right