I wish she'd go

She's cleaning my house, ridding corners of cobwebs
And yet I wish she'd go
She's washing the floors and cleaning the bath
And yet I wish she'd go
She's dusting and wiping,
Hoovering and sweeping,
Stretching and bending,
Twisting and turning,
Kneeling and standing.
We have a coffee and a chat
But the house isn't mine anymore.
I want to clean,
I want to tidy but the old body lets me down
So she has to come.
She has to 'do' for me
But I wish she'd go.
Once I could do all that.

Could it be that I'm
JEALOUS!