Partly owned tuder house Wooden white picket fence Mother waits for father In a backless dress Hardly used a diaphram Put back into its case A one way trip down memory lane As she awaits I don't want to know Cheat me I don't want to know Children play in the yard Mother stares at the wall Father says he's gonna be back late So don't wait up About a quater to 3 Father stares at the wall Stained thicker than water Who's gonna clean it up