A Tight-Knit Family / Love Is Blind

Well, the situation's this

I do not wish to offend

I divorced my wife, I left my child

And I ran off with a friend

But I want a tight-knit family

I want a group that harmonizes

I want my wife and kid and friend

To pretend time will mend our pain

So it's 1979, and we don't go by the book

We all eat as one, wife, friend and son

And I sing out as they cook

I love my tight-knit family

I love the way they cook linguine

Isn't it great? We're all so swell

Such a dear clientele

I swear, we're gonna come through it

I fear we'll probably fight

But nothing's impossible, live by your wit

Kid, wife and lover will have to admit

I was right, I cushioned the fall

I want it all, I want it all

I want it

I want it all

Sit down, my dear, I hear you have a problem

I'm sure you're not disgusting or indiscreet

Take a load off your feet

Thank you

Happy or sad?

Well, I

That's a question with no answer

Let's not discuss the weather, let's face the facts

Marvin's wife must relax

Love isn't sex

That's a thing my husband once told me

Marvin, my ex

You've seen him for years

Told me over the phone to tell you my fears

Do you only treat queers?

No

Breathe deep, my dear, you'll find me understanding

Your pain is a priori

Unfold your untold story

Now to break bread, loosen your glands

Put your head in my hands

I'm everything he wanted

It's time I put it all together

The date was set, my father let me marry

I married, I

Then Marvin came from work, sat me down on the bed

He told me how he loved me

How he needed and, or valued me

"I have syphilis," he said

What? Good

"I have syphilis," it's true

Yes, good

I have something rotten which appeared, though now, it's well forgotten

Maybe, darling, so do you

Maybe, darling, so do you

I'm probably diseased

You're a lovely girl

And so easily appeased

What a lovely girl, though she's possibly diseased

He took pains to not excite us

He explained I've hepatitis too

Hepa-hepa-hepatitis, hepatitis, hepatitis

Love is blind

Love can tell a million stories

Love's unkind

Spiteful in a million ways

Then I stayed home from work

Took good care of my men

They faked despair, they wet their bed, they combed their hair

They acted dead, one said

Yes?

Daddy is a prick

What?

He said

Yes?

Daddy isn't mine

Good

He filled my coats with candies and notes

With, "Will you be my Valentine?"

Will you be my Valentine?

This gets harder to believe

You're a damaged girl

I've a scalpel up my sleeve

What a damaged girl

Do not ever slit your wrists

I've missed him, he's still missing

Don't make noise, but Daddy's kissing boys

Petty, petty, petty, petty

Love is blind

Love can tell a million stories

Love's unkind

Spiteful in a million ways

Love is blind

Love can tell a million stories

Love's unkind

Spiteful in a million ways

Love

Love is crazy, love is often boring

Love

Love stinks, love is pretty often debris when you find what you find

Love

Then never, never, never, never, never do it over again

Love, love

Love reads like a bad biography

All the names are changed to protect the innocent

Love

Love is blind

My name is Mendel

I treat her husband

I think she's very insecure, but so am I

I've never married

Work, work is my passion

Or perhaps that's an alibi

Yeah, perhaps it is

Yeah, I don't care to discuss it

I think she's charming

I think she's needy

In just five sessions on my couch

She'll be like new

His name is Mendel

Return next Friday

I admit, I admire you