She's got the garden, I've got the wires,
She plants the roses, I fix the dryers.
She trims the hedge, I change the fuse,
No arguments, no messy feuds.
But then she grabs my toolbox tight,
And suddenly, sparks start to fly.
She says, 'How hard can wiring be?'
Well, babe, let's check your warranty!
Chorus
Set the lines, keep the peace,
Separate zones, let's live with ease.
You take yours, I take mine,
And love won't cross the borderline!
I load the dishwasher, plates in a row,
She walks in, says, 'That's too slow!'
She grabs a plate, I step aside,
Guess I'm useless, wellm at least I tried.
She paints the walls, I mow the lawn,
The harmony's set, what could go wrong?
Then I pick the brush, just one small stroke,
Now we're in a cold war mode.
Chorus
Set the lines, keep the peace,
Separate zones, let's live with ease.
You take yours, I take mine,
And love won't cross the borderline!
Bridge
Sometimes we drift into no-man's land,
Grey areas we don't understand.
The thermostat war, the couch TV,
Who gets the pillows, who gets the sheets?
Outro
I fix the lights, she picks the style,
She buys the couch, I drive the miles.
And when the battle lines blur too tight,
Well, we just call it compromise!