He's taking her away, he's acting like a general

Generally, his game is so familiar

He wants her to play with a toaster and a kettle

While he spends his day miles from the prisoner She reads the stars, he reads the sun

No wonder his IQ is below twenty-one He's helping her to see how happy she is looking

Take it that he'll be no icing on her cake

Oh, how happy she would be if someone did the cooking

He's helping her to see how a marriage can be baked Baked like a cake but without the file

The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile She's not a prisoner alone doing time

To love and to cherish for all of her life

To have and to hold, to lock up inside

What can this man know about her heart?

To love til death do us part He's looking everywhere, she's nowhere to be found

And suddenly he cares his dinner's looking burnt

There's a smell in the air, there's a prisoner in town

He breaks down in his chair, his face fills with concern Concerned that he might not eat tonight

She's broken out of jail and run for her life She's not a prisoner alone doing time

To love and to cherish for all of her life

To have and to hold, to lock up inside

What can this man know about her heart?

To love til death do us part She's not a prisoner alone doing time

To love and to cherish for all of her life

To have and to hold, to lock up inside

She's not a prisoner, she's not a prisoner

She's not a, she's not a