Get a real job Keep the wind to your back and the sun on your face All the immediate unknowns are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate. Does he love you? Does he love you? Will he hold your tiny face in his hands? I guess it's spring; I didn't know It's always seventy-five with no meltin' snow A married man, he visits me I receive his letters in the mail twice a week And I think he loves me And when he leaves her He's coming out to California I guess it all worked out There's a ring on your finger and the baby's due out You share a place by the park and run a shop for antiques downtown And he loves you, yeah he loves you, and the two of you will soon become three And he loves you, even though you used to say you were flawed if you weren't free Let's not forget ourselves good friend You and I were almost dead And you're better off for leavin' Yeah you're better off for leavin' Late at night, I get the phone You're at the shop sobbin' all alone Your confession is coming out You only married him, you felt your time was running out But now you love him, and your baby At last you are complete But he's distant and you found him on the phone pleading saying 'Baby I love you and I'll leave her and I'm comin' out to California' Let's not forget ourselves good friend I am flawed if I'm not free And your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me