Ellen Greene Somewhere That`s Green Lyrics

Somewhere That`s Green Lyrics

I know Seymour's the greatest
But I'm dating a semi-sadist
So I've got a
black eye
And my arm's in a cast.
Still, that Seymour's a cutie
Well,
if not, he's got inner beauty
And I dream of a place
Where we could be
together at last

A matchbox of our own
A fence of real chain
link,
A grill out on the patio
Disposal in the sink
A washer and a
dryer and an ironing machine
In a tract house that we share
Somewhere
that's green.

He rakes and trims the grass
He loves to mow and
weed
I cook like Betty Crocker
And I look like Donna Reed
There's
plastic on the furniture
To keep it neat and clean
In the Pine-Sol
scented air
Somewhere that's green

Between our frozen dinner
And
our bedtime, nine-fifteen
We snuggle watchin' Lucy
On our big, enormous
twelve-inch screen

I'm his December Bride
He's Father, he Knows
Best
Our kids watch Howdy Doody
As the sun sets in the west
A picture
out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Far from Skid Row
I dream
we'll go
somewhere that's green.