She makes his coffee, she makes his bed
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She does the laundry, she keeps him fed
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When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace
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She said "forever" with a smile upon her face
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She does the car-pool, she PTAs
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Doctors and dentists, she drives all day
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When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three
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And every Christmas card showed a perfect family
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Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
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Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
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Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
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God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her
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She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits
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With no expression upon her face
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When she was thirty-six she met him at their door
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She said I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore
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Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
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Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
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Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
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God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her
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For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay
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Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage
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Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design
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Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her
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Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find
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At least until you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her
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He Thinks He`ll Keep Her
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
