Suffrage
I have got to love my husband
He has done so much for me
He took me from my home
And has made some money for me
I have got to love my husband
He gave me the ring
We danced under the stars
And he listened to me sing
I have got to love my husband
He gives me the food
That I can cook alone
And wait in the nude
I have got to love my husband
He works extra time
To make us more money
Until it’s bedtime
I have got to love my husband
I know he is loyal
He comes in the morning
And treats me like a royal
I have got to love my husband
Though it’s time to vote
I must honor his choices
Until it’s time to demote
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