baby, what did i do

Baby, What Did I Do She walks through the door, weary from her day, He’s on the couch with that look in his way. Her heart sinks low; she feels she’s failed, So softly she asks, feeling frail and derailed: Chorus “Baby, what did I do? Was it the dogs, was it the work I had to pursue? Was it because I walked in the door too late for you? Baby, what did I do?” She thinks of the dishes, maybe they’re wrong, Or that shirt he dislikes, she wore it too long. Was it his snack, or a word she forgot? Whatever it is, she’s tangled in thought. Chorus “Baby, what did I do? Was it the way I rushed in, or left things askew? Was it the movie I picked, or the wrong kind of brew? Tell me, I’m here, just give me a clue. Baby, what did I do?” He sighs on the couch, giving her that stare, A silent reminder she wasn’t quite there. Her heart races quick, seeking his peace, So she pleads again, needing release: Chorus “Baby, what did I do? Did I upset your day, with the wrong kind of stew? Was it that I had to work, that I couldn’t get through? Just tell me, I’ll fix it, I’m here to pursue. Baby, what did I do?” She’s drained and she’s weary, yet she holds his gaze, Hoping her efforts might earn his praise. He’s silent, still waiting, until at last, She musters a smile, holding fast: Chorus “Baby, what did I do? Did I leave you alone, not measure up to you? Was it the dogs, or my job, or the way I came through? Just tell me, I’ll listen, I’m yours through and through. Baby, what did I do?” And when he finally offers a nod of approval, Her heart lifts a bit, feeling renewal. She whispers softly, “I’m here for you, dear,” And feels just enough warmth to quiet her fear.