(DiffordTilbrook)



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 21



He's helping her to see

How happy she is looking

Take it that he'll be

No icing on her cake

O 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 is 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 sits 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