...danke schoen, darling, danke schoen....
And does That Girl arrive and help me to do ten times what I might have done alone?
And does she bring to me more clothing with which I will be unable to wear underwear?
And does she bail me out, doing graphics on something I couldn't have done myself?
And does she feed my children, and amuse them in her inimitable fashion?
And does she watch me stumble through a performance for which I was unrehearsed?
And does she create handfuls of beauty with scraps of nothing?
She does. She does.
Thank You and I Love You are inadequate; I must invent a more powerful word.
(Danke Schoen, Wayne Newton)