Picky

Like many men I try sometimes to please my wife
I knew that music was important in her life

Why she’d end up with a tone deaf guy like me
I often wonder if she’s thinking to be free

So in desperation I decided to learn to play
And I went down and bought a new guitar one day

I practiced hard hopin I’d get at least a hug
But then I noticed that in each ear she’d put a plug

And one day I couldn’t find my guitar pick
Someone had taken it, what a nasty dick

I searched the house but it was nowhere to be found
Then her purse tipped over, it was there upon the ground

What should I do, is this the end of her and me
But no, she just came home with a new CD

Quite popular except with Karen who said this made her look mean.