Maggie looks out her window,

Sees a cab in the street

Lets out a point-blank whistle,

It stops with a screech

She picks up the last box,

That sits in the corner

She turns around to take

A mental photograph

She says to herself,

"i think a toast is in order,"

And she holds up

An invisible wine glass



(chorus)

"here's to the fool i was

Here's to the bride i could never be

I've gotta know what's truth and what's fiction

I gotta feel like my love's got conviction

So tell me truth

'cause i got me suspicions

And i tell you if it's the last thing i do

I won't cry over you . . . "





Maggie sits in the kitchen

Of miss bethany jones

Whose pouring the coffee

And gathering stones

"you gave him ultimatums

They did not even scare him

He'd walk a plank

Before he'd step down the aisle

Take care of yourself, girl

He's the one who's gotta change him

Let him ponder bachelorhood for a long while"





(chorus)





'cause i'm done with that

I'm done with crying

Seems like it's the only thing

That i've been trying





They're taking it down

To the heart of the matter

Talking the big picture

Like it's a little tiny thing

Smaller than a bread box

Thinner than a whisker

They split like an atom

Then the telephone rings





He says,



(chorus)





"i just had to call you

I feel like i've been spinning my wheels

I just had to tell you how i feel

I'm not asking you to

If only you'd listen

Don't cry "




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