The Perfect Couple

She’s grown up like a pin-up plum,
inflated to the maximum
He wonders why she didn’t come,
she didn’t even call
She’s still a party doll
He’s blown up like a neutron bomb
invaded by the maxi-mom
She wonders why he didn’t come –
he didn’t even phone
He can’t stand to be alone

Chorus:
And he has flowers in his hair
He greets her in his underwear
And she throws flowers at his feet
And she is good enough to eat
When he is Barbie, Barbie’s Ken
They kiss all night and kiss again
From the beginning to the end
The perfect couple dance again…

He sits in his electric house
and plays with his electric mouse
He lays around his hectic spouse
protected from the surge,
disconnected as a dirge
She feeds the cat and walks the dog
and counts the ways to clear a clog
She keeps them in a catalogue –
too gorgeous for an urge
She gorges to regurge

Chorus:
A love song on the radio
or underneath the mistletoe
They changed their dollars into yen
They have no valentines to send
They married in the month of June
and kiss all night beneath the moon
From the beginning to the end
the perfect couple dance again…

He goes to work, smiles at the boss,
balances the gains and loss
The secretary’s looking cross –
he hasn’t heard a word
He longs to be a bird
She joins some clubs, goes back to school
and flirts with lifeguards by the pool
She dreams about the golden rule
She’s not sure what it means
besides not making scenes

Chorus:
He hears a ringing wedding bell
The breaking of a magic spell
Her wedding ring has tales to tell
She throws it in a wishing well
They married in the month of June
It must have been a waning moon
From the beginning to the end
The perfect couple dance again
The perfect couple dance again
The perfect couple dance again.