Pantyhose and Roses

She leaves her brains at the door
She drops her guts on the floor
She only listens out for everyday noises
She very calmly ignores
The little things she abhors
She made her mind up to be tidy

It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It could change, oh

He keeps his fingernails neat
He cleans the car once a week
He keeps an eye out for irresistible bargains
But every night in his sleep
He dreams of sex on the street
He longs for pantyhose and roses

It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It will change, it could never
It could change, change, oh

All these years, all this time
Learn to suffer compromise
Turn away, tolerate
Learn to suffer what you hate

It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It could change, it will never
It will change, it could never
It could change, change

You got me walking alone
You got me walking alone
You got me walking alone