She Doesn’t Have to Shave Squeeze

She was washing the dishes
When she burst into tears
It was her time of the month
She was up to her ears
I put my arms ‘round her neck
I said “Sit down a while
Cry as much as you like
I'll do the dishes
Tell me what's on your mind”

[Chorus]
There's a boiling point
That you're bound to reach
When it's all your fault
And you're half asleep
She's lucky she doesn't have to shave
I'm so lucky I'm not doubled up with pain

Her eyes were like pools
Filled with newly-wept tears
She was sat doubled up
With her hands on her ears
I felt useless
I smiled and I shrugged
I was sweet as could be
As I poured her some milk
Here was my flower
That was ready to wilt