Two Ways

            Version 1 [Verse 1] She wakes up with the sunrise, coffee steaming in her hand, Planning out the mission, just herself at her command. Laundry, meals, and garden, every day a battlefield. Her every move is tactic, an apron as her shield. [Chorus] But nobody sees the battles she won in disguise, They don’t recognise the warrior's mind in her eyes. She smiles through the day, she goes through the chores with skill, She’s fine being hidden, her efforts unknown but so real. And that is her deal. [Verse 2] She moves across the kitchen, knife and pepper, stealth and grace, Silent as a shadow, not a gesture is misplaced. Dicing like a sniper, here a stir and there a sweep— Operations finished while her kids are still asleep. [Chorus]             Version 2 [Verse] She's just a housewife, a perfect housewife. Her pancakes are sublime, her roses are divine. And no one will be scared when she's near with a knife 'cause she's the peace and home personified. [Chorus] Her wars unknown, Her plots unseen, She's on her own against routine With grace and skill.       She cooks to kill. [Verse] She reads their eyes and souls, she knows what they don't know. So many tips and tricks, she keeps it all in mind. Come thousand neighbours visiting, they'll never hear a "no", But in the end they'll follow her design. [Chorus] Her wars unknown, Her plots unseen, She owns them all, she pulls the strings with grace and skill.       She moves to kill.