I'm Sorry

I'm Sorry - Jessica Riddle

I'm sorry I cook for sh*t

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 stonger than me

Because you are a man

Thank God you are a man

I'm sorry

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'll be so proud

I'm sorry you dropped the glass on the floor

I'll sweep it up before

You can say 'clean it up you stupid b**ch'

You taught me well

I know I can't run the world

'Cause I can't even decide what

To make for dinner

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man

I know I can't run the world

'Cause you tell me I suck

And your such a winner

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man

I'm sorry I'm not good with make-up

I'm sorry I don't wear any sexy lingerie

I'll lose some weight

I know I can't run the world

'Cause I can't even decide what

To make for dinner

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man

I know I can't run the world

'Cause you tell me I suck

And your such a winner

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man

Thank God you are a man

What would I do without a man