Squeeze - The Prisoner Lyrics
(difford/tilbrook)Hes taking her awayHes acting like a generalGenerally his game is so familiarHe wants her to playWith a toaster and a kettleWhile he spends his dayMiles from the prisonerShe reads the stars he reads the sunNo wonder his iq is below 21Hes helping her to seeHow happy she is lookingTake it that hell beNo icing on her cakeO how happy she would beIf someone did the cookingHes helping her to seeHow a marriage can be bakedBaked like a cake but without the fileThe tool that she needs to make her life worthwhileShes not a prisoner alone doing timeTo love and to cherish for all of her lifeTo have and to hold, to lock up insideWhat can this man know about her heartTo love, til death do us partHes looking everywhereShe is nowhere to be foundAnd suddenly he caresHis dinners looking burntTheres a smell in the airTheres a prisoner in town,He sits down in his chairHis face fills with concernConcerned that he might not eat tonightShes broken out of jail and run for her life
