Septuagesima
Seven weeks since I married you
Seven weeks ‘til Lent, another letter sent
Number thirty-eight, counting to a hundred
‘Til there's flowers on the wallpaper and sugar in the cupboard
Septuagesima
Now it's back to underground
Ninety ladies lined up at typewriters
Three thousand miniature hammers
And now you will report all the long and short
All the days events even if it makes no sense
Seven weeks ‘til Lent, another letter sent
Number thirty-eight, counting to a hundred
‘Til there's flowers on the wallpaper and sugar in the cupboard
I'm the type to sleep with a stack of envelopes
Tucked underneath my pillow
I'm the type to keep a lacy handkerchief
Tucked inside my shirt-sleeve
‘Til there's flowers on the wallpaper and sugar in the cupboard