I can bring home the bacon...
Fry it up in a pan...
And never never never let you forget YOU'RE a man...
'cause I'm a woman, Enjoli!
And then the lesser-known, but possibly EVEN MORE ANNOYING second verse
I can work till five o'clock
Come home and read your tickety-tock (what the hell? They really were reaching for a line here, right?)
And if it's lovin' you want I can kiss you and give you the shivvvvvvery bit (W. T. F.???)
I highly, highly admire the 1980s curled perfection of this woman's hair, however. And I realize now that Charles of the Ritz was trying to portray the 1980s superwoman, working a full shift, cooking meals, having teh sex, and reading to the kids, hopefully not in that order. Dream on, Enjoli Lady.
Do you remember this ad, or was it just me?