0:00
I know Seymour's the greatest, but I'm dating a semi-sadist
0:17
So I got a black eye and my arms in a cast
0:29
Will that Seymour the cutie? Well, if not, he's got inner beauty
0:44
And I dream of a place where we can be together at last
1:00
A matchbox of our own
1:10
A fence of real chain link. A grill out on the patio
1:21
Disposal in the sink. A washer and a dryer and an ironing machine
1:35
In the tract house that we share, somewhere that's green. He rakes and trims the grass
1:49
He loves to mow and weed. I cook like Betty Crocker and I look like Donna Reed
2:03
There's plastic on our furniture to keep it neat and clean. In the pine-sol scented air, somewhere that's green
2:21
Between our frozen dinner and our bedtime 9-15, we snuggle watching Lucy on our big, enormous 12-inch screen
2:45
I'm his December bride
2:56
He's father, he knows best. The kids watch Howdy Doody as the sun sets in the west
3:13
A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine
3:24
Far from Skid Row, I dream we'll go
3:50
Somewhere that's green
4:20
Somewhere that's green
4:30
Somewhere that's green
