Woman, You Don’t Appreciate Me

Don Torres, Toby Marlow ©2002

When I get to heaven you know I’m gonna be

The busiest angel that the Lord did see

How them pearly gates, you know they’re gonna shine

‘Cause I’ll be polishing all the time

            Now woman, what you tellin’ me, I ain’t no saint

            With the yard all cluttered and the house needs paint

            If I listened to you I’d be a worn out man

            What good would I be to the good Lord then

                        I gotta preserve my strength and my energy

                        ‘Cause woman you don’t appreciate me

How Gabriel’s horn, you know it’s gonna shine

The gowns I was will be the whitest on the line

I’m gonna serve those angels oh so faithfully

They’ll say that heaven was never so heavenly

            Now woman, what you tellin’ me, it don’t make sense

            With the yard all cluttered and a broken fence

            If I listened to you I’d be a worn out man

            What good would I be to the good Lord then

                        I gotta preserve my strength and my energy

                        ‘Cause woman you don’t appreciate me

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                        I gotta preserve my strength and my energy

                        ‘Cause woman you don’t appreciate me