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How can you doubt that I love you?

Didn't I marry you, eh?

And though I don't say it too often,

I show it in all sorts of ways.



I'd take you out dining and dancing...

Can you find me a mountain to climb?

An ocean to cross? A boulder to toss?

I'd do them if I had the time.



I'd give you the shirt off me back, love,

I'd give you me last pair of socks;

And last time we went into town, love,

Didn't I buy you a frock?



I let you go home nice and early,

So you have the time to cook tea;

Remember that sometimes on Sundays

I give you the afternoon free.



I tell you when you're being bitchy,

I notice when you're getting fat;

I give you free rein in my tool shed,

I let you wear my fav'rite hat.



So next time you're thinkin' of leaving,

Remember that I think yer great;

And though there are times when yer grumpy...

Fair dinkum, yer still me best mate.



Who else would I trust with the cheque book?

And who else knows just what I like?

And when there are paddocks to muster

Who else but you borrows my bike?



I'll eat humble pie if I have to,

I'll say that I've been a right jerk,

I'll tell you I love you; I've done it: okay?

Now bloody-well come back to work.