VERSE 1
"Woman, make my ham sandwich"
Sang the shack king
In the refrain of your life

When you said, "make your own damn sandwich"
The counterpoint brought pain
And the stains of fight

CHORUS 1
In this folk opera, you won't live without him
He stole your pride, stole your clothes, then reeled you back in
The gun on his nightstand serenades
Baby, I need you to stay

VERSE 2
He pointed to bikini magazines
Whispered as he leaned in
"Don't eat another bite"

Your jaw set, you'd draw your back straight
You weren't hungry anyway
He'd pat your thigh

CHORUS 1
In this folk opera, you won't live without him
He stole your pride, stole your clothes, then reeled you back in
The gun on his nightstand serenades
Baby, I need you to stay

BRIDGE
Fear lost its hold, your body grown old, but you willed it to turn and walk
Your smile renewed, with each step it grew, and your heart burst with the joy of it all

CHORUS 2
In this folk opera you won't live without him
He stole your pride, stole your clothes, and in the end
The gun on his nightstand lays
Impotent, impotent
The gun on his nightstand lays
Impotent since you went away