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Jeanie marries when she's 21,
She has a baby one year on
And every year that's the way that life goes
Lost herself in domesticity
A cleaning, feeding entity
She can't recall what she was before

In an ideal world kids would keep their rooms tidy
In an ideal world he'd be home from his work on time
And in the morning I could lie in

Johnny signs his share of autographs
For all the people he makes laugh
And he walks home to an empty flat
Does his best to fight the silence
Late night TV vicodens
He can't forget what he had before

In an ideal world she would still think I'm funny
In an ideal world she'd be waiting in bed for me
And in the morning we could lie in
In an ideal world

Molly's sitting in a waiting room
The top doctor will see her soon
In the body nature gave her
Worried if she'll ever wake up
Wondering if she's better off
Why can't she be what she was before?

In an ideal world he would still think I'm pretty
In an ideal world he would only want bed with me
And in the morning we could lie in
In an ideal world you would make a decision
In an ideal world you'd be making a home for me
And in the morning we could lie in
Sunday mornings we could lie in
Jeanie marries when she's 21,   She has a baby one year on   And every year that's the way that life goes   Lost herself in domesticity   A cleaning, feeding entity   She can't recall what she was before      In an ideal world kids would keep their rooms tidy   In an ideal world he'd be home from his work on time   And in the morning I could lie in      Johnny signs his share of autographs   For all the people he makes laugh   And he walks home to an empty flat   Does his best to fight the silence   Late night TV vicodens   He can't forget what he had before      In an ideal world she would still think I'm funny   In an ideal world she'd be waiting in bed for me   And in the morning we could lie in   In an ideal world      Molly's sitting in a waiting room   The top doctor will see her soon   In the body nature gave her   Worried if she'll ever wake up   Wondering if she's better off   Why can't she be what she was before?      In an ideal world he would still think I'm pretty   In an ideal world he would only want bed with me   And in the morning we could lie in   In an ideal world you would make a decision   In an ideal world you'd be making a home for me   And in the morning we could lie in   Sunday mornings we could lie in