An iron will and nerves of steel
A silver tongue, a sterling heart
A clear head when the trouble starts
She ventures every time it's real
The mystery is all too real
A man who's never made his match
He swears his mind is always right
He won't give up without a fight
He never even tries to think
Salvador is off the latch
Punch bag or sleeping bag
When she hears her master's voice
Though the kids are sleeping with
their fingers in their ears
They recognize their father laughing
The blackened eye, bloody nose
She tries to hold his shaking hand
She tries her best to understand
He makes demands, she tries to leap
She turns the thought into a rose
Spend their anniversaries
No birthday celebra tions,
Christmas when he drowns himself in beer
So this is the deal, another day,
Another night sat by the phone,
What does it take to be a wife?
A butterfly tied to a wheel, this is the deal
An iron will, nerves of steel,
The mystery is all too real,