(Difford/Tilbrook)
He's taking her away
He's acting like a general
Generally his game is so familiar
He wants her to play
With a toaster and a kettle
While he spends his day
Miles from the prisoner
She reads the stars he reads the sun
No wonder his IQ is below 21
He's helping her to see
How happy she is looking
Take it that he'll be
No icing on her cake
O how happy she would be
If someone did the cooking
He's helping her to see
How a marriage can be baked
Baked like a cake but without the file
The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile
She's not a prisoner alone doing time
To love and to cherish for all of her life
To have and to hold, to lock up inside
What can this man know about her heart
To love, Ў®til death do us part
He's looking everywhere
She is nowhere to be found
The Prisoner
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