She leaves the warmth
of her covers
And she rises while her lover's
still asleep
Starts the cof fee an
d she rubs her eyes
And then the baby she carried wakes the man
that she married from his rest
Kiss good morning while the bacon fries
And the butterfly's outside
explore her garden
While he shaves his face
to face another day
The
American family is dying, the
American marriage is through
You can read it in papers,
but see it on
TV too
But that doesn't mean it's true
He works from nine in the morning
until five in the evening at his trade
A paid vacation
in a month or so
While back at home she's been baking now
she's taking in a pretty dress she made
How much lower should this ribbon go?
And the evening brings him close
with conversation
Of the little things that
keep them all as one
The
American family is dying
The
American marriage is through
You can read it in papers, see it on
TV too
But that doesn't mean it's true
In the silence of the night they
hold each other
And they don't break up the way
they're supposed to do
The
American family is dying
The
Amer ican marriage is true
You can read it in papers
See it on
TV too
But that doesn't mean it's true
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