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Little Shop Of Horrors

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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.

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