Propaganda

She burns the rice
Breaks a glass in the sink
Trips over the sofa
Hurts her little finger and still the blame is on me
She snores too much
Stains my shirts
It's even scary to look when she's on those days

That's what I tell others
But you know the deal is different
I only do this so no sly guy tries to hit on you

You're crazy if you think I'll advertise you
It's not fear of losing you, love
It's dread, it's dread
You're mine, I take care, that's it