She served up the heartache
like yesterday's dinner
She dished up bad memories
like a shepherd's pie
She was no June Cleaver
or Leave it to Beaver
There's no going back
to that simpler time....
He washed up the happy
like pre-soaking nappies
He dried up the funny
Like some cartoon bunny
He was no Ward Cleaver
or Leave it to Beaver
In vacant lots
Gettin' clobbered and junk
Spontaneously whipped-off lyrics for your entertainment and use in songs.
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