Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay oh I believe in yesterday Suddenly I'm not half the girl I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me oh...
It's knowing you don't try to bind my freedom with some promise made of gold That for you my door stays open and our love becomes a simple to A street And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten...
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E The words we're hiding from him now tear the heart...
( harmonica wails ) ( theme music playing ) ( laughing ) Roseanne: HOLD STILL, D. J. IT ITCHES. I JUST GOTTA FINISH CUTTING OFF THIS ONE EAR HERE. MOM! OKAY, GO TAKE YOUR FLEA BATH. LET ME WIPE YOU...