Going away, sadly

I love you so much and with all my heart
Never did I think that from you I could part

But you can't cook
Can't even be bothered
To look up stuff in a book

You do your hair
Only when it's time
To go look at the bulls at the Fair

And when it's time to be intimate
Madam has a headache
And that's the end of it

So tonight it is with Priscilla
That I go to the cinema

Perhaps you will find the right man for you
In the midst of all the cows and the ewes