I know Seymour s the greatest
But I m dating a semi-.
So I ve got a black eye
And my arm s in a cast.
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Still that Semore s a Cutie
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Well, if not, he s got inner beauty
And I dream of a place
Where we could be together at last
A matchbox of our own
A fence of real chain link,
A grill out on the patio
Disposal in the sink
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A washer and a dryer
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and an ironing machine
In a tract house that we share
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Somewhere that s green.
He rakes and trims the grass
He loves to mow and weed
I cook like Betty Crocker
And I look like Donna Reed
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There s plastic on the furniture
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To keep it neat and clean
In the Pine-Sol scented air
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Somewhere that s green
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Between our frozen dinner
And our bedtime, nine-fifteen
We snuggle watchin Lucy
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On our big, enormous twelve-inch screen
I m his December Bride
He s Father, he Knows Best
Our kids watch Howdy Doody
As the sun sets in the west
A picture out of Better Homes
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and Gardens magazine
Far from Skid Row
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I dream we ll go
somewhere that s green.
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