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