I Know Seymour's The Greatest

But I'm Dating A Semi-sadist

So I've Got A Black Eye

And My Arm's In A Cast.

Still, That Seymour's A Cutie

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

A Washer And A Dryer And An Ironing Machine

In A Tract House That We Share

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

There's Plastic On The Furniture

To Keep It Neat And Clean

In The Pine-Sol Scented Air

Somewhere That's Green



Between Our Frozen Dinner

And Our Bedtime, Nine-fifteen

We Snuggle Watchin' Lucy

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 And Gardens Magazine



Far From Skid Row

I Dream We'll Go

Somewhere That's Green.