Ann Harada - He's a Queer One, That Man o' Mine

Some men like to fight and curse
They smoke and drink and yell
Leave you flat, or even worse
They stay and make life hell

But my man is gentle
As soft 'n' sentimental
As any lace adorn'd a valentine
He's a queer one
That man o' mine

Some men stumble home at dark
Want dinner and dessert
Other men have eyes that spark
At ev'ry passing skirt

But my man loves cookin'
I've never caught him lookin'
At other gals, more young, petite, or fine
He's a queer one
That man o' mine

Show me any other man
More tender or expressive
I only wish that nightly
He were slightly
More aggressive

Sometimes it may seem like he is
Too good to be true
Like there's a man that I can't see
Just achin' to break through

I wish I could free him
So I could fin'lly see him
The way he truly is
And let him shine
He's a queer one
That man o' mine!