Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong, one who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and self-employed, and when I spend, won't be annoyed. Pull out my chair and hold my hand, massage my feet and help me stand. Oh send a king to make me queen, A man who loves to cook and clean. I pray this man will love no other, and relish visits from my mother. |