Housewife (Mad girl's love song)

I'd wear your black eyes,
Bake you apple pies,
I won't ask why
I'll try not to cry

Sing me moon struck,
keep your arms shut,
Around my waist
My draped luck.

Place your palm in front of my face,
Move it around in space,
I promise to follow,
Just to have your taste.

All i want in my life is to be your housewife,
I'll shine your shoes,
Make your bed,
And cook your food.
Just to die your housewife.