SqueezeThe Prisoner

(Difford/Tilbrook) 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
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