(Myra Smith - Margaret Lewis)      Don't be troubled bout me cause I'm tired   From working round the house when day is done   Don't think you've failed cause you can't afford   That dishwasher to make my life more fun.      You know the measure of a man is much more   Than just the money he can make   And every woman knows a lot of   Joy and tears come with the wedding cake.      The wedding cake is not all icing   And loving tender whispers in the dark   One slice is concern for all your dreams   Afraid they won't come true and break your heart.      Another slice is feeding kids and wiping noses   Crying when the doorbell rings and there are roses   Every woman knows a lot of   Give and take comes with the wedding cake.      It's facing shadows of the future praying they will fall away   As we walk towards them searching for the sun   And it's long and anxious hours with the wolf at the door   Hugs and kisses when at last we see the dawn.      So when the hands of time trace tiny lines   Upon our face and lace our hair with strands of gray   We'll laugh and say for all who will partake   It all comes with the wedding cake...