The story behind this song
He still burns the toast and blames the toaster — same excuse for twenty years. He wiggles his eyebrows across the crowded kitchen like it's nineteen-whatever, and somehow it still works. She rolls her eyes, he takes a bow. That's the whole routine by now: she knows his lines before he starts, he knows exactly when she'll laugh.
He said forever like a punchline, then went and made it true — every dumb joke, every ordinary Tuesday. For the wife who'd still laugh at all of it, and the husband who, funny thing, believed the joke right along with her.
Lyrics
And somehow it still works on me
Same excuse for twenty years
You wink across the crowded kitchen
Like nobody else is here
That's the whole routine by now
Then you went and made it true
Every dumb joke, every Tuesday
Husband, I'd still laugh with you
You said forever — I believed you
Funny thing is, you did too
Loud on purpose, I suspect
You still call me your better-looking half
Wrong, but I let it stand, my love
You know exactly when I'll laugh
Then you went and made it true
Every dumb joke, every Tuesday
Husband, I'd still laugh with you
You said forever — I believed you
Funny thing is, you did too
You'll still try that eyebrow thing
And I'll roll my eyes like always
While it works like everything
Then you went and made it true
Every dumb joke, every Tuesday
Husband, I'd still laugh with you
You said forever — I believed you
Funny thing is, you did too
I married you for it anyway
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