I will not say my heart is thundering, My mind isn't glazed with awe, or sauteed with pity; But I think of you often, and have been wondering If you might see the possibility. This is what I saw.
I will be the measurer, and the counter of dimension. I will do your taxes. If you could just make sure I have something to eat, not junk, but not raw And you can be in charge, too, of feng shui, colors and time.
I will count up your RAM, your voltages, your ROI, You my carbos and my waist, and tell me when To get a haircut. So we could live, A good arrangement, one that good save Nine per cent of our combined incomes before taxes.
You do the food, I'll do the numbers. What more could we need? Come on, And say, "Yes". It's sensible! It could be fun! Now where are you going?