She’s got one flaw, that rubs me raw
And sets my temples popping.
There’s nothing worse than her dark curse
Of making me go shopping.

But I have learned, where that’s concerned,
To throw a well-placed tantrum.
So I won’t blow, she’ll let me go
And browse the tools at random.

But now my plight takes new found flight.
I have to deal with boredom
While she, with ease, does spending sprees.
Oh, how can we afford ‘em?

Once in the store, she’s seen no more.
She runs off like a bunny.
It’s been an hour. I need a shower.
My nose is getting runny.

I'm at half mast. Don't think I'll last.
I sure wish I could find her.
The more she spends on odds and ends
Our budget gets behinder.

At long, long last my waiting’s past.
I spy her heading my way.
“Let’s blow the joint. I’m at breaking point.
Let’s hit the homebound highway.”

The store is hot; my nerves are shot.
We’re running out of money.
Oh, what a shame I learned the game
Called Waiting for My Honey.