Jessica Riddle - I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I cook for shit.
I'm sorry my sewing isn't like your mother's.
I'll call her up.

I'm sorry I dress kinda boyish.
I'm sorry my hair isn't long like the girls in your magazine.
I'll grow it out.

I know I can't run the world,
'Cause I can't even decide what
To make for dinner.
I know that you are stronger than me
Because you are a man.
Thank God you are a man.

I'm sorry your world is a mess.
Don't worry, I'll pour you a beer
So that it doesn't fizz up.
You