Touch The Hand

Stand up, if ya wanna fight I'm tellin' all the women, stand up for your rights If ya wanna wear the trousers, you wanna act like a man I'd love to trade ya places, love to be your thang I'd do all the shopping, collect you favourite suit Press all the laundry, polish all your boots And if you brought me flowers, I'd meet you at the door Have your dinner ready, your slippers on the floor And when day turns to night and you feel alright And I turn out the lights Touch the hand of the man who'll make ya woman Touch the hand of the man who'll make it right Touch the hand of the man who'll make ya woman 'Cause when day turns to night and you feel alright And I turn out the lights Stand up, it's alright Love to play the woman, love to play your wife Light you favourite cigarette, pour your favourite drink Wear your best apron, wash the dishes in the sink Get your shaving lotion, turn the shower on Warm up your bathrobe, keep my baby warm Read ya bedtime stories, while you take a nap Turn on the T.V., put out the cat But when day turns to night and you feel alright And I turn out the lights --- Touch the Hand - Bryan Adams