The Wife The Kids And The White Picket Fence

Am F C G Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives Am F Had the ways and means to breach C G The borders of easy street C G And to blend right in C We all surrounded them F C In a white picket fence G C Now both ends meet F Sufficed to say there's a time and a place C So I wait G Em For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for F Am While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line C G That burns at both our good ends Am F C G 2 peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child Am F took one step more C G and went straight to the source C G and to blend right in C they opened fire with F their rain checks spent C G C to make ends meet F Go on, paint the whole town red C I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess G D And so I wait.