Practical arrangement
Am I asking for the moon?Is it really so implausible?That you and I could soonCome to some kind of arrangement?
I’m not asking for the moonI’ve always been a realistWhen it’s really nothing moreThan a simple rearrangement
With one roof above our headsA warm house to return toWe could start with separate bedsI could sleep alone or learn toI’m not suggesting that we’d findSome earthly paradise foreverI mean how often does that happen nowThe answer’s probably neverBut we could come to an arrangementA practical arrangementAnd you could learn to love meGiven time
I’m not promising the moonI’m not promising a rainbowJust a practical solutionTo a solitary life
I’d be a father to your boyA shoulder you could lean onHow bad could it beTo be my wife?
With one roof above our headsA warm house to return toYou wouldn’t have to cook for meYou wouldn’t have to learn toI’m not suggesting that this proposition hereCould last foreverI’ve no intention of deceiving youYou’re far too cleverBut we could come to an arrangementA practical arrangementAnd perhaps you’d learn to love meGiven time
It may not be the romanceThat you had in mindBut you could learn to love meGiven time.