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She and I together by the lakeside
I can see it in her eyes
She wants more, she wants more

So sensitive, she'd be a charming wife
Wants lots of kids and a creative life
He makes her laugh and his hands are rough
He's never really good enough for her

Maybe she'll take up a brand new hobby
Like knitting scarves or drinking rum
Til she forgets it's her birthday
Maybe I won't notice that her sleeves are damp
She's hiding under an umbrella when it hasn't been raining

Every time she looks away
She's not sure if he'll be there
But secretly she hopes not

She takes the bus across the lake,
She asks the questions that keep her awake
She finds the answers in a book
She hides the cover underneath a magazine

She and I together by the lakeside
I can see it in her eyes
She wants more, she wants more

Me and all the not-enoughs she left behind
With clever nicknames on the wall
She kept a record of self-sabotage

So sensitive, she'd be a charming wife
Wants lots of kids and a creative life
He makes her laugh and his hands are rough
He's never really good enough for her
He's never really good enough for her