The Country Jazz Singer

Quiet evening, the Missus and I are sitting in our recliners.  For no particular reason, I start singing to her.

 Take the ribbon from your hair,
Shake it loose and let it fall. 

 and so on until I finally sing the tag lines,

I don't want to be alone
Help me make it through the night.

 Then she looks at me and says, "You have such a beautiful tonal quality to your voice.  But you can't carry a tune."

(Follows then the jazz-improv rationalization.  Which she has heard before.)