She Dances With Meat
She wakes up every day
Fixes breakfast for Harry
Its a promise she made
On the day she was married

The kids eat their oatmeal
With faces so bright
Its a matter of pride with her
That she does everything right

And when Harry hurries away
To his business in Des Moines
She goes to her frigidaire
And takes out her favorite porkloin

Then she dances with meat
She waltzes a mile on the kitchen tile
She's amazingly light on her feet
When she dances with meat

Exhausted she falls
On the bed with a sigh
Remembering the pork chops she loved
Back at Roosevelt High

And when everyone is asleep
And certain that no one will wake
She tiptoes down to the furnace room
Where she's hidden a porterhouse steak

Then she dances with meat
She waltzes a mile on the kitchen tile
She's amazingly light on her feet
When she dances with meat

She's tried everything from bananas to toast
But nothing beats cheek to cheek with a rump roast...

She dances, she prances, she dances, romances with meat