True

Marry Harry Truman
That's what my mother said
You’d be so very happy
With a dead president

Never any worries
All your needs always met (ooh la la)
Safe behind the barricade
Of a white picket fence

True man
True love
What else could I be dreaming of

True life
True me
Selfish little child, you'll never be anything

Study hard at charm school
So you can land a leading man
A doctor or executive (oooh)
A nice boy from Never Land

So where's this Harry Truman
He's nowhere to be found
What could I be thinking
He's hanging out underground

True man
True love
What is there to be afraid of
True life
True me
This is not my idea of ecstasy

There's something about
A gray flannel suit
Wire-rimmed spectacles
And a smart fedora

Dinner every night at six
The children playing pick-up sticks
Separate beds and separate baths
What more could I ever ask

True man
True love
This is what nightmares are made of
True life
True me
I’m not here to live your fantasy

True man
True love
This is what nightmares are made of
True life
True me
I’m not here to live your fucking fantasy

True man
True love
This is what nightmares are made of
True life
True me
I’m not here to live your fucking fantasy

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