Now I think maybe I had it wrong

Well maybe, maybe was putting it strong

When she say we she don’t mean me

Or if she does I’m as wrong as wrong can be

If she puts on a dress just to try it on

Remembering once she was an elegant swan

And asks me really “Now what do you think?”

Do I speak the truth or lie like a fink?

If I say “It looks great let’s buy it today”

To find she was hoping that I’d turn it away

If I say “It looks bad and not really her”

She will strike out indignant deflecting the slur

So I can’t get it right no I do not read minds

It’s the same with each new pair of shoes that she finds

Are these heels too high or maybe too low?

She asks and expects me always to know

Though I try very had I cannot get it right

No matter the question compliment or slight

If I want to turn right she will always go left

I am stuck in the fork of a stick that is cleft

So now I just wait for some portent or sign

Just an inkling will do however benign

When she asks my opinion on that matter or this