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He thinks he'll keep her

She makes his coffee,
she makes his bed
She does the laundry
, she keeps him fed

When she was twenty-one
she wore her mother's lace
She said "forever"
with a smile upon her face

She does the car-pool,
she PTAs
Doctors and dentists,
she drives all day

When she was twenty-nine
she delivered number three
And every Christmas card
showed a perfect family

Everything runs right on time,
years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines.
He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign,
safest place you'll ever find
God forbid you change your mind.
He thinks he'll keep her

She packs his suitcase,
she sits and waits
With no expression upon her face

When she was thirty-six she met him at their door
She said I'm sorry,
I don't love you anymore

Everything runs right on time,
years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines.
He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign,
safest place you'll ever find
God forbid you change your mind.
He thinks he'll keep her

For fifteen years she had a job
and not one raise in pay
Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage

Everything runs right on time,
years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines.
He thinks he'll keep her
Everything is so benign,
safest place you'll ever find
At least until you change your mind.
He thinks he'll keep her

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Mary Chapin Carpenter Lyrics
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Country Room
Front Door
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