Before she was a housewife with a custom-made front door

That opens to a kitchen with it's prestige marble floor

Prior to her marriage, and two kids-  she does adore

She dreamt of quite a different life, one she now can't explore

She dreamt she’d be a singer with a grammy- maybe four

And hoped to see her best-seller displayed at each bookstore

Frankly, she aimed for anything requiring a tour

A life in which a crowd of fans would beg for an encore 

But a few years back, when she was just a college senior

She crushed her last exam, then got wasted on cheap liqueur

With her roommate, she stumbled to the kegger right next door  

Booze made her fall right into him, and fate made her fall more  

He couldn't get enough of her or simply just ignore

The way he felt when with her, never felt that way before  

She drank too much and came on strong; he tried not to want more

But gentleman intent fled -with them- straight out the back door

Now each night since that first one, and each one furthermore

Spending all their time together on the bed, table, or floor

Those two, like rabbits,' lacked good habits; now they are done for

He knocked her up from all that love, all things quite premature…

Living in the suburbs now, a home they worked hard for

From college kids to parents, a baby girl, and one more

How quickly life can change forcing two kids to be mature

Brisk change of course, and canceled plans when a child needs you more

 

You see, the second time around all things seemed good and sure

The housewife joked "this is it" plans to mom and much more

But things did not quite go as planned when she was in labor 

 Tending to a very special need, greater plan she's been called for  

 

Of course, they will have troubles, things she may resent him for

Like another big promotion or some work related score

All day on feet nonstop only to feel she should have done more 

Housewife and mom no harder a job, often thankless, that's for sure 

 

Though every day and every task she gladly does endure 

How deprived of sleep this housewife is, how tedious the chore 

On days her only confidant is Mr. Miller’s cat next door 

In truth, she knows just what she has, and what she’s needed  for
 

 

This housewife may have sacrificed a life wanted before  

But now she’s filthy rich, you see, without them, she’d be poor

She prays to God with no request to replace or restore 

She thanks Him for so-called mistakes that led  her to much more