Pick up the telephone
Tell him you want him home
To sit and watch the evenings
pass
And readin' the Leaves of
Grass
I'm caught in a closing door
It's pinning me to the floor
Now mama don't start to cry
Let's give him another try
I'm caught in a closing door
It's pinning me to the floor
Now mama don't start to cry
Let's give him another try
When we're old and gray
And the things we say are
the things we really mean
So why cause a scene
When things ain't what they
seem
'Cause the end result's the
same
Now what can a family say
There must be a better way
Now mama don't start to cry
Let's give him another try
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