I no sing wise the greatest   But I'm gaining a semi say his   So I got a black wine   Tooked my arms and he kissed      Still that seems like the cute   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 their 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   The 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