It's Too Late to Change

I used to dream that married life would be a joy
Once I found the perfect fellow---
It would be like William Powell and Myrna Loy,
But it's more like Abbott and Costello.

You may find that he's dawdling when you're at the mall
And his driving may drive you straight up the wall
But still you adore him in spite of it all
And it's too late to change.

Sometimes he'll embarrass and you'll want to faint,
Albert Einstein he's not and Don Juan he ain't,
But you still love him madly through every complaint
And it's too late to change.

There may be times you think, alas!
I'd really like a breather---
Then you look into your looking glass
And you're no glamour puss either.

It's clear that the value of life comes to naught
Till the day you find the soul mate you sought,
Though the soul mate may not be the soul mate you thought--
And who wants to change?
Who wants to change?
 

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