In a paperback loft
with peeling yellow paint
She's learning now that caffeine stains
and if you smile too long you break
Tying up the sunday trash
with a wire and a weekly rut
living out the fashion times
with a name you can always trust
And they glide over marble tiles
covered in those sweet suburban smiles
Ice Fishing for a bride groom
with some bait and a ball and chain
And she's tired of going out
and of stylish rugburns
and of sugar malted glee
Plastic kids and electric yard
made with credit cards
and a picture framed disease
Flourescent lights on linoleum floors
computer screens and revolving doors
electric eyes and a vinyl forehead
and a smile to make Jesus proud
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