He don't hear her say "god dammit"
When she's Cloroxing the granite
She's just like ceramic bout to break
He don't see her tears on that floor
When she's dusting off the baseboards
Feels like that's all she's made for nowadays

She won't tell him
He ain't asking
Throw another towel in the laundry basket
She ain't happy
But what she needs she can't buy at the supermarket
She's a mess, but the house is clean
As the cover of Better Homes and Gardens
And he can't read between the lines in the carpet

No, he can't

He splits his time between the golf course
And gin and tonics on the back porch
He don't talk to her much no more - he only yells

The kids and pot roast keep her busy
'cause when you're born that pretty
You get to be Miss Mississippi and nothing else

She won't tell him
He ain't asking
Throw another towel in the laundry basket
She ain't happy
But what she needs she can't buy at the supermarket
She's a mess, but the house is clean
As the cover of Better Homes and Gardens
And he can't read between the lines in the carpet

She keeps pushing that Dyson everyday all over again
And he'll come home from work tonight and walk all over them

He ain't changing
She ain't leaving
Because he doesn't hit her, and the kids are sleeping
She ain't happy
But what she needs she can't buy at the supermarket
She's a mess, but the house is clean
As the cover of Better Homes and Gardens
And he can't read between the lines in the carpet

No, he can't