Lyrics

She's pear shaped in the summer
She's lazy in the fall
and by the cold mid-winter
she's taking cat naps in the mall

her favorite day is one with nothing
her favorite taste vanilla bean
and when she's riding in the country
a field of corn's her favorite scene

If you could do much better than this
let's see the writing on the wall
or do you sweep yours under the rug
while you're awaiting your next call

She's lousy with a scarf collection
she's only wear a hat that's blue
and if she winds up cooking dinner
she'll do it best with out her shoes

He finds her dreaming in the garden
He finds her waltzing down the walk
He finds her leaving a love message
he'll never find she wants to talk

If you could do much better than this
let's see the writing on the wall
or do you sweep yours under the rug
while you're awaiting your next call

She cries when looking thru old photos
she smiles at every setting sun
and if she can't fall into sleep at night
she'll sip a thimble full of rum

you pat her back you feel her hands so cold
you smile and mind your p's and q's
you wish that you could be more like her
you know she knows the truer you