| He’s taking her away
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| He’s acting like a general
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| Generally his game is so familiar
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| He wants her to play
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| With a toaster and a kettle
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| While he spends his day
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| Miles from the prisoner
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| She reads the stars he reads the sun
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| No wonder his IQ is below 21
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| He’s helping her to see
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| How happy she is looking
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| Take it that he’ll be
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| No icing on her cake
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| O how happy she would be
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| If someone did the cooking
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| He’s helping her to see
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| How a marriage can be baked
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| Baked like a cake but without the file
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| The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile
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| She’s not a prisoner alone doing time
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| To love and to cherish for all of her life
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| To have and to hold, to lock up inside
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| What can this man know about her heart
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| To love, ‘til death do us part
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| He’s looking everywhere
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| She is nowhere to be found
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| And suddenly he cares
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| His dinner’s looking burnt
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| There’s a smell in the air
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| There’s a prisoner in town
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| He sits down in his chair
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| His face fills with concern
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| Concerned that he might not eat tonight
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| She’s broken out of jail and run for her life |