I know Sweeney is gloomy
And he just seems to look right through me
So I make human pie
While he's stuck in the past
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Still, that Sweeney's a hottie
And I help him get rid of bodies
And I dream of a place
Where we could be together at last
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A cottage of our own
A small house by the sea
With a wraparound porch for us
To sit and sip our tea
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The china's white and shiny
And the furniture's brand new
In the beach house that we share
Somewhere that's blue
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I'll knit and bake and read
Sunbathe and knit some more
By day we'll go to market
And take long walks on the shore
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At nighttime we'll retire to
Our bedroom built for two
Where we'll lie without a care
Somewhere that's blue
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The seagulls fly above us
As the ships come into view
We'll snuggle on the sofa
And I'll make him mutter "Lucy who?"
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I'm his bigamous bride
We'll take in the odd guest
He'll slice them with his chopper
As the sun sets in the west
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We'll have a seaside wedding
I'll melt when I say "I do"
Far from Fleet Street
Life could be sweet
Somewhere that's blue