I cannot bring myself in any way To think about the need for some economy; Joy leaves my heart and pleasure will not honour me, The very thought’s enough to spoil my day; I’m sick like some new sailor on the sea, My soul is plunged into such deep affliction; Anger and irritation cause such friction, Such bargaining was never meant for me. Though you can butt your head against a wall, You can’t do what your nature won’t allow; It just won’t work, I swear it on my life. These words are not ambiguous at all: They’re quite as plain as any marriage vow, And if they’re not, then I can’t trust my wife.