I delievered the orders from your last Stanley Party Though I got some strange looks at the doors And I cancelled our subscription to the Ladies Home Journal And told Avon not to call anymore
Men have no need for magazines they don't read For perfume and powder and such Me and the house and everything in it Have lost the faminine touch
The clock on the wall just gave up and stopped ticking And the flowers on the mantel have died The dust is gettin' deep on everything but the ceiling And I've lost all my home owner's pride
Bottles are made from the bar to the bedroom I've turned inside things for a crutch Me and the house and everything in it Have lost the faminine touch Girl I sure miss your faminine touch.