Mail-order brides
Turtlenecks and trophy wives
Had the ways and means to breach
The boarders of easy street
And to blend right in
We all surrounded them
In a white picket fence
Now both ends meet
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends
Two peas in a pod
A battle-axe and a bastard child
Took one step more
And went straight to the source
And to blend right in
They opened fire with
Their rain checks spent
To make ends meet
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends
Go on, paint the whole town red
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
And so I will
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place so I wait
For the tug-of-war and who'll you pull for
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
That burns at both our good ends
