Mail-order brides
 Turtlenecks and trophy wives
 Had the ways and means to breach
 The boarders of easy street
 And to blend right in
 We all surrounded them
 In a white picket fence
 Now both ends meet

 Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
 For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
 While between you and me from point to point is a fine line
 That burns at both our good ends 

 Two peas in a pod
 battle-axe and a [bad word] child
 Took one step more
 And went straight to the source
 And to blend right in
 They opened fire with
 Their rain checks spent
 To make ends meet 

 Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
 For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
 While between you and me from point to point is a fine line
 That burns at both our good ends

 Go on, paint the whole town red
 I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
 And so I will

 Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
 For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
 While between you and me from point to point is a fine line
 That burns at both our good ends