No Wonder

No wonder he loves her
 No wonder at all
 The moment she sees him
 Her thought is to please him
 Before he even knows that he's hunger
 She's already there with his plate
 Before his glass is even empty
 She's filling it up
 God forbid he should wait
 Before he has the chance to tell her
 He's chilly, she'll go put a log on the fire
 Fulfilling his every desire
 No trouble, no bother
 No wonder she's pretty
 What else should she be?
 She hasn't a worry
 And why should she worry?
 When she gets up, her biggest decision
 Is figuring out what to wear
 To pick a blouse, a skirt
 And then there's the problem of what
 Should she do with her hair
 And later as she stands and studies
 A chicken, the question's
 To roast or to not roast
 Or better yet may be a pot roast
 Tomatoes?
 No
 Potatoes?
 No wonder he likes it
 It's perfect this way
 Who wouldn't want someone
 Who fusses and flatters?
 Who makes you feel that
 You're all that matters?
 Whose only aim in life is to serve you
 And make you think she doesn't deserve you?
 No wonder he loves her
 What else could he do?
 If I were a man
 I would too