Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee, she may be strighting his tie
Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano, he's sitting paying a bill
Bet'cha they're young, bet'cha they're smart,
Bet they collect things, like ashtrys and art,
Bet'cha they're good, why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me
So maybe now it's time, and maybe when I wake,
They'll be there calling me 'Baby'...
Bet'cha he reads, bet'cha she sews,
Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes,
Maybe they're strict, as straight as a line,
Don't really care as lond as their mine,
So maybe now this prayers, the last one of it's kind,
Won't you please come get you're baby...

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