Housewife Girl.

Come live with me, Housewife Girl.
Close the door - and like the poor,
Stay with me, Housewife Girl.
Let us sleep - and let us keep,
Our world away from the other world.
We'll buy bottled water, canned food.
Cry away our wilderness years,
With those salty, sea taste tears.
I have never made the best,
Of all my sprightly youthful zest,
But I am determined though unhappy,
I must remain, unhappy.