Secret Love
I think of you now and then,
everytime I think of skiing in Utah,
or hear James Taylor sing "Fire and Rain".
Every beautiful sunset over the Pacific;
Backgammon - Volleyball - UCLA and Westwood...
I wonder what might have been?
Would I be a doctors wife?
Would I have been one of those ladies who
lunch at the Charthouse in Hollywood Riviera?
You were meant to be successful;
You were bred for it.
Your CEO Dad and perfectly coiffed Mom would have nothing less.
I was the daughter of a contractor..
My Dad wore levis and drove a truck;
Your Dad wore silk suits and drove a cadillac.
Your Mom played golf. My Mom bowled.
But you loved me; I know you loved me.
I was fifteen and you were twenty two, but we were soulmates!
We could've been so happy if only they would have left us alone!
Ah, it's just as well I guess; I like beer better than champagne anyway, and pretentious women give me a pain in the.....well, you know....you're the doctor.
everytime I think of skiing in Utah,
or hear James Taylor sing "Fire and Rain".
Every beautiful sunset over the Pacific;
Backgammon - Volleyball - UCLA and Westwood...
I wonder what might have been?
Would I be a doctors wife?
Would I have been one of those ladies who
lunch at the Charthouse in Hollywood Riviera?
You were meant to be successful;
You were bred for it.
Your CEO Dad and perfectly coiffed Mom would have nothing less.
I was the daughter of a contractor..
My Dad wore levis and drove a truck;
Your Dad wore silk suits and drove a cadillac.
Your Mom played golf. My Mom bowled.
But you loved me; I know you loved me.
I was fifteen and you were twenty two, but we were soulmates!
We could've been so happy if only they would have left us alone!
Ah, it's just as well I guess; I like beer better than champagne anyway, and pretentious women give me a pain in the.....well, you know....you're the doctor.
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