How to Be a Bad Husband

Play a tacky playlist from 1974 with these lyrics that had a certain a sticky sweet feel to it. I hurt my brain.

Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife

The need inside you, I see it showin’
Whoa, the seed inside ya, baby, do you feel it growin’?
Are you happy you know it?

Cause I’m a picker
I’m a grinner
I’m a lover
And I’m a sinner

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I’ve found, ever since you’ve been around
Your love’s put me at the top of the world