I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I cook for shit. I'm sorry my sewing isn't like your mother's. I'll call her up. I'm sorry I dress kinda boyish. I'm sorry my hair isn't long like the girls in your magazine. I'll grow it out. I know I can't run the world, 'Cause I can't even decide what To make for dinner. I know that you are stronger than me Because you are a man. Thank God you are a man. I'm sorry your world is a mess. Don't worry, I'll pour you a beer So that it doesn't fizz up. You