He don't hear her say, "Goddammit" When she's Cloroxing the granite She's just like ceramic, 'bout to break He don't see her tears on that floor When she's dusting off the baseboards Feels like that's all she's made for nowadays She won't tell him, and he ain't asking Throw another towel in the laundry basket She ain't happy, but what she needs She can't buy at the supermarket She's a mess, but the house is clean As the cover of Better Homes and Gardens And he can't read between the lines in the carpet No, he can't He splits his time between the golf course And gin and tonics on the back porch He don't talk to her much no more, he only yells The kids and pot roast keep her busy Because when you're born that pretty You get to be Miss Mississippi and nothing else She won't tell him, and he ain't asking Throw another towel in the laundry basket She ain't happy, but what she needs She can't buy at the supermarket She's a mess, but the house is clean As the cover of Better Homes and Gardens He can't read between the lines in the carpet She keeps pushing that Dyson everyday all over again And he'll come home from work tonight, and walk all over them He ain't changing, she ain't leaving Because he doesn't hit her, and the kids are sleeping But she ain't happy, but what she needs She can't buy at the supermarket She's a mess, but the house is clean As the cover of Better Homes and Gardens And he can't read between the lines in the carpet No, he can't
