Dinners Made, Beds Laid

She gave her dyin' breath
In the hope it was a dream
But dreams are fantasies
And never what they seem
Laugh at his poor hygiene
When she first lay in his bed
Five-hundred nights have passed
And she keeps picturing him dead
The knot deep in her gut
Has reached her pelvic floor
It only gets smaller when
He walks out the door
Oh you know there were times
When she was contented (It was only a life)
Now she laments his crimes
And he is resented
Dinners made, beds laid
Ah
At least for the meantime
He is hers and she is his
She tries to value life
For now, no' whit it wis
Fear that there's naebody else
Fear of how it could be
Even worse the fear that life
Is nothin' more than anarchy
Oh you know there were times
When she was contented (It was only a life)
Now she laments his crimes
And he is resented
Dinners made, beds laid
Ah



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