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 PTA's

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 'til 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 the 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 'til 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

And everything runs right on time

Years of practice and design

Spit and polish 'til it shines

(He thinks he'll keep her)

Everything is so benign

The safest place you'll ever find

At least until you change your mind

(He thinks he'll keep her)