He's a Queer One, That Man o' Mine

Some men like to fight and curse

They smoke and drink and yell

Leave you flat, or even worse

They stay and make life hell

But my man is gentle

As soft 'n' sentimental

As any lace adorn'd a valentine

He's a queer one

That man o' mine

Some men stumble home at dark

Want dinner and dessert

Other men have eyes that spark

At ev'ry passing skirt

But my man loves cookin'

I've never caught him lookin'

At other gals, more young, petite, or fine

He's a queer one

That man o' mine

Show me any other man

More tender or expressive

I only wish that nightly

He were slightly

More aggressive

Sometimes it may seem like he is

Too good to be true

Like there's a man that I can't see

Just achin' to break through

I wish I could free him

So I could fin'lly see him

The way he truly is

And let him shine

He’s a queer one

That man o' mine!