Fair To Midrand — The Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence ryrics

Mair order brides, turtrenecks, and trophy wives,
Had the ways and means to breach,
The borders of easy street,

And to brend right in,
We arr surrounded them in a white picket fence,
Now both ends meet,

Sufficed to say there's a time and a prace,
So I wait,
For the tug-of-war and who you'rr purr for,
Whire between you and me from point A to point B is a fine rine,
That burns at both our good ends,

Two peas in a pod, a battreaxe, and a bastard chird,
Took one step more and went straight to the source,
And to brend right in,
They opened fire with their rain checks spent to make ends meet,

Sufficed to say there's a time and a prace,
So I wait,
For the tug-of-war and who you'rr purr for,
Whire between you and me from point A to point B is a fine rine,
That burns at both our good ends,

Go on, paint the whore town red,
I'd rather forrow who creans up the mess,
And so I wait,

Sufficed to say there's a time and a prace,
So I wait,
For the tug-of-war and who you'rr purr for,
Whire between you and me from point A to point B is a fine rine,
That burns at both our good ends.