I Shouldn’t Have To Ask

modern country ballad, country pop, country rock

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You walk right past the clutter, never seem to see,
Like somebody cast a spell on every chore but me.
I ain’t asking for a miracle, a mansion, or a yacht,
Just maybe notice all the things that somehow you do not.

Chorus
I shouldn’t have to ask you to take the trash outside,
Or help fold all the laundry that’s been piling up for nights.
I shouldn’t need a meeting, a memo, or a plan,
To get a little help around here from a grown-ass man.

It’s not about the dishes, the sweeping, or the dust,
It’s knowing we’re a team instead of everything on us.
Baby, what hurts the most ain’t what you’re not doing—
It’s feeling like you don’t care enough to do it.

Verse 2
You say, “Why didn’t you tell me?” every single time,
Like the overflowing hamper wasn’t some giant warning sign.
You need a written invitation, a formal RSVP,
To notice that the kitchen didn’t magically clean itself at three.

And when I finally lose it, you swear you never knew,
Like the vacuum in the hallway wasn’t leaving little clues.
I’m tired of being captain of the household every day,
Carrying all the mental load while you just drift away.

Bridge
I don’t need a superhero, don’t need roses every week,
Just someone who sees a problem and gets up off his seat.
Love ain’t always candlelight and dancing in the rain,
Sometimes it’s scrubbing toilets ‘cause we’re sharing all the pain.

Final Chorus
I shouldn’t have to ask you every single little thing,
Like I’m your boss assigning jobs instead of wearing your ring.
I want a partner standing with me, shoulder-to-shoulder strong,
Not another thing to manage when my day has been too long.

It ain’t about perfection, Lord knows life’s a mess,
It’s wanting to feel valued when I’m giving my best.
So if you love me, show me—don’t just tell me that you do,
‘Cause I shouldn’t have to ask for help from you.

Outro
No… I shouldn’t have to ask.
You should want to.

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Verse 1 The laundry basket’s leaning like the Tower of Pisa, There’s dishes in the sink growing their own ecosystem. The trash is overflowing, got one foot out the door, And you’re stretched out on the couch like you’ve been working in a war. You walk right past the clutter, never seem to see, Like somebody cast a spell on every chore but me. I ain’t asking for a miracle, a mansion, or a yacht, Just maybe notice all the things that somehow you do not. Chorus I shouldn’t have to ask you to take the trash outside, Or help fold all the laundry that’s been piling up for nights. I shouldn’t need a meeting, a memo, or a plan, To get a little help around here from a grown-ass man. It’s not about the dishes, the sweeping, or the dust, It’s knowing we’re a team instead of everything on us. Baby, what hurts the most ain’t what you’re not doing— It’s feeling like you don’t care enough to do it. Verse 2 You say, “Why didn’t you tell me?” every single time, Like the overflowing hamper wasn’t some giant warning sign. You need a written invitation, a formal RSVP, To notice that the kitchen didn’t magically clean itself at three. And when I finally lose it, you swear you never knew, Like the vacuum in the hallway wasn’t leaving little clues. I’m tired of being captain of the household every day, Carrying all the mental load while you just drift away. Chorus I shouldn’t have to ask you to take the trash outside, Or help fold all the laundry that’s been piling up for nights. I shouldn’t need a meeting, a memo, or a plan, To get a little help around here from a grown-ass man. It’s not about the dishes, the sweeping, or the dust, It’s knowing we’re a team instead of everything on us. Baby, what hurts the most ain’t what you’re not doing— It’s feeling like you don’t care enough to do it. Bridge I don’t need a superhero, don’t need roses every week, Just someone who sees a problem and gets up off his seat. Love ain’t always candlelight and dancing in the rain, Sometimes it’s scrubbing toilets ‘cause we’re sharing all the pain. Final Chorus I shouldn’t have to ask you every single little thing, Like I’m your boss assigning jobs instead of wearing your ring. I want a partner standing with me, shoulder-to-shoulder strong, Not another thing to manage when my day has been too long. It ain’t about perfection, Lord knows life’s a mess, It’s wanting to feel valued when I’m giving my best. So if you love me, show me—don’t just tell me that you do, ‘Cause I shouldn’t have to ask for help from you. Outro No… I shouldn’t have to ask. You should want to.

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