All that sweeping and dusting
and straightening, oh foolish woman,
trying to please you with my efficiency
when what your heart really wanted
was something wild, overflowing with honey
and spilling sweetness all over
those clean, clean floors.
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All that sweeping and dusting
and straightening, oh foolish woman,
trying to please you with my efficiency
when what your heart really wanted
was something wild, overflowing with honey
and spilling sweetness all over
those clean, clean floors.