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Michael Sorbonne Robinson The
wedding bells barely are silenced, and the flowers are starting to wilt. We've
unwrapped all the blenders and toasters, and Aunt Marybell's pillows and quilt. We
had wanted a better apartment, and found one that we really adored, but
wound up in this window-less basement 'cause it was all we
could afford. Chorus:
Though
our parents all gasped when they saw it, and the paint is a hideous hue, and
we dream of a juicy steak dinner as we dine on a beef-less beef stew As long as your eyes are a- lookin' at me, Love, and I'm lovingly lookin' at you, Though there ain't any windows to gaze from, we're both really lovin' the view. But
the struggle is part of the romance, and it's heaven, just livin' on love, so
we've grown to appreciate mildew, and the drip from the kitchen above. When
we're older and have lots of money and a house that is comfy and bright, we'll
have one room that doesn't have windows, where our best dreams can always take
flight. Chorus:
Though
our parents all gasped when they saw it, and the paint is a hideous hue, and
we dream of a juicy steak dinner as we dine on a beef-less beef stew As long as your eyes are a- lookin' at me, Love, and I'm lovingly lookin' at you, Though
there ain't any windows to gaze from,
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