| Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile
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| Of all that once could have been instead of what is now
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| How does it even feel, you’re no longer Madame Butterfly
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| Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by
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| Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
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| Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
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| Volumes of photographs held in your Einsenhower hands
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| Newer world intellect could never understand
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| You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids
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| And never forgave yourself for acting as you did
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| Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
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| Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
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| Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside
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| And what will they talk about after you have died
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| Who scared the birds away by lining the nest with demands
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| And using the iron first but not a helping hand
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| Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
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| Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
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| Mrs. Green I know you’re not as happy as you can be
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| As you watch my new leaf turn, you’re turning green with envy over me |