She makes his coffee, she makes his bed   She does the laundry, she keeps him fed   When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace   She said "forever" with a smile upon her face   She does the car-pool, she PTAs   Doctors and dentists, she drives all day   When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three   And every Christmas card showed a perfect family      Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design   Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her   Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find   God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her      She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits   With no expression upon her face   When she was thirty-six she met him at their door   She said I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore      Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design   Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her   Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find   God forbid you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her      For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay   Now she's in the typing pool at minimum wage      Everything runs right on time, years of practice and design   Spit and polish till it shines. He thinks he'll keep her   Everything is so benign, safest place you'll ever find   At least until you change your mind. He thinks he'll keep her