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In the living room;

that’s where it started, they said.

It came on the news,

story at ten.

Crazy is just like anything else,

hands on the wheel, it turns its head

a clean house, a home-cooked meal,

is it too much to ask every now and then

to come home after a hard day’s work

to a pretty thing in a pretty dress,

who makes me a drink and massages my neck.

It’s asking too much, I suppose,

to have a wife like Martin has,

watches her weight, always dressed to the nines.

Is it asking too much, am I being a beast,

you walk around here with that hangdog look,

when you’re up, that is,

you’d feel a lot better if you got out of bed.

What is it now, cat got your tongue,

why do you play these games with me.

Is that what you’re wearing, what have I told you,

hello hello, is anyone there,

you knew how I was,

I think you enjoy it,

you know what’s coming,

you do it on purpose.

Tell me please if I’m asking too much,

aren’t you the one who says we should talk,

why look, we’re home, let’s talk, you and me.

In the living room;

that’s where it started, they’ll say;

who knows where anything really begins.

It will be on the news,

story at ten.

Crazy is just like anything else,

it eats and it learns from the look in your eye;

it wants what it wants

and doesn’t know why.

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