It Ain't That Deep. . .Why Can't I Be Loved?

Itwas ten-thirty at night.Howard said“Hey lady I bet you would look very elegant dressed up” very softlyspeaking.He was looking at her with asoft passionate glare in his eyes as he gazed at her watching her body as shemoved around the dining area room.Ther responded “You been saying that same line every sinceyou walked into this place two years ago ”smiling at him.Now you know with ninebabies cooking serving and working just don’t call for time to dress up “NoTime!!”Howard said “yeah!Baby! But Iwill buy you the clothes makeup get your hair done the works shoeseverything you need. Just dress up sothat I can see what you look like.I betyou’d look like a “MODEL” in one of those magazines. answered“Alright! give me the money honey. . . andI will dress up for you” laughing to herself.Howard jumps up!“Shucks!saidnothing but a word baby doll!”Howard pulls out a roll of hundreds countingit and walks over to placing it in her . . so gently. . . closing his hand over hers.