Get a real job
Keep the wind to your back and the sun on your face
All the immediate unknowns
Are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate
Does he love you?
Does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?

I guess it's spring, I didn't know
It's always seventy-five with no melting snow
married man, he visits me
I receive his letters in the mail twice a week

And I think he loves me
And when he leaves her [bad word] out to California

I guess it all worked out
There's a ring on your finger and the baby's due out
You share a place by the park [bad word] a shop for antiques downtown

And he loves you
Yeah he loves you
And the two of you will soon [bad word] three
And he loves you
Even though you
Used to say you were flawed if you weren't free

Yeah you're better off for leaving

Late at night
I get the phone
You're at the shop sobbing all alone
Your confession [bad word] out
You only married him
You felt your time [bad word] out

But now you love him
And your baby
At last you [bad word] But he's distant and you found him
On the phone pleading "Say it, 'baby I love you'
And I'll leave her and [bad word] out to California"

Let's not forget ourselves good friend
I am flawed if I'm not free
And your husband will never leave you
He will never leave you for me