Reminds me of me college room mate. More of a dog than I was, to be sure.
And the last lyrics are from Mary Chapin Carpenter's "He Thinks He'll Keep Her". Sad song, that. Wife as indentured servant? I may be stuck in the 17th Century, but I don't subscribe to such backward thinking. My view of a wife is a partner who's there, side by side with me, cutlass and pistol at the ready.
But I digress...
Here's some lyrics for you...
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.