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I can see the kitchen light
From the road where I parked my bike
It's dark there
As it often is these days.
The dirty living room
Really needs the dusting broom
But I can't brush
Your memory away.
Her father was an admiral
In someone else's navy
And she had seen the world
Before I met her.
She would wash and cook and clean
And all the other things between
And like a fool
I just sat there and let her.
Well, I can feed and wash and dress myself
And sleep without the light on
Honey, I'm a big boy now.
I don't know what she does
With all the money that I send her
She's running 'round the town
With the young pretender.