To Do With You

There may be better-cooking, better-looking women
Better-slung and better at buns than you
And if I were a man for simple things
Like flawless skin and bigger dinners
My dearest, I might have no more to do with you

But you know well enough that I am much more choosy
I want day-to-day to find myself with you
With the cheek-to-cheek, the tooth and claw
The milk and honey and the bread and water
Dearest, I want everything to do with you

A marriage is supposed to go like happy-ever-after clockwork
Marking time with a regular chime of I love you
But there are days enough when the love is racked and pinioned
Which nobody else knows better than we two do

There may be better-read and better bed-time women
Eruditer wives at night than you
And if I were the simple sort of bloke
For Kierkegaard and Kant and cocoa
Dearest, I would have no more to do with you

But there's no such dependably stupendous woman
Up to the scratch, no match, not a patch on you
And eye to eye, or toe to toe
Kiss for kiss and blow for blow
My dearest, I want every thing to do with you

A marriage is supposed to go like happy-ever-after clockwork
Marking time with a regular chime of I love you too
But there are days enough when the love keeps coming and coming
Which nobody else knows better than we two do

There may be smoother-moving, tongue-and-grooving women
Better-spoken, shorter strokers than you
But they've all got, as like as not
A lot better taste in men than you've got
Dearest, I shall have to just make do with you

There's no such one-caress-and-leave-me-breathless woman
No such tender godsend friend as you
And not now and then, nor if and whether
But time and again for ever and ever
My dearest, I want everything to do with you

No such one-caress-and-leave-me-breathless woman
No such tender godsend friend as you
And not now and then, nor if and whether
But time and again for ever and ever
My dearest, I want everything to do with you