Entranced by the waitress' skin,
I imagine we'd have a small wedding
Let's do it next Sunday
We'll move to Canada
Have a family- a cow and a chicken
I'll write you poetry
I find you on a Saturday morning
Making love to the farmer next door
I guess I've got to be lonely
I imagine we'd have a small wedding
Let's do it next Sunday
We'll move to Canada
Have a family- a cow and a chicken
I'll write you poetry
I find you on a Saturday morning
Making love to the farmer next door
I guess I've got to be lonely