Am I asking for the moon?
Is it really so implausible?
That you and I could soon
Come to some kind of arrangement?
I’m not asking for the moon
Of always be the realest
When is really nothing more
Than a simple real arrangement
With one roof above our heads
A warm house to return to
We could start with separate beds
I could sleep alone I’ll learn to
I’m not suggesting that be find some earthly paradise forever
I mean how often does that happen now
the answer’s probably never
but be good come to an arrangement
a practical arrangement
and you could learn to love me given time
I’m not promising the moon
I’m not promising a rainbow
Just the practical solution
To a solitary life
I’d be a father to your boy
A shoulder you could lead on
How bad could it be
To be my wife?
With one roof above our heads
A warm house to return to
You wouldn’t have to cook for me
You wouldn’t have to learn to
I’m not suggesting that this proposition here could last forever
I’ve no intention of deceiving you if I too clever
But we could come to an arrangement
A practical arrangement
And perhaps you’d learn to love me given time
It’d mean not be though roles that you had in mind
But you could learn to love me
Given time
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