Woman In The Garden lyrics

Pruning shears in her lovely hands Gloves she got for christmas Time demands Time for trimming, cutting back Keeping a tight rein On the domesticated shrubbery Woman in the garden She's always been the lovely Lady next door Sweets for the children Alms for the poor Woman in the garden She's always been the lovely Lady next door Sweets for the children Alms for the poor Sweets for the children Alms for the poor Mace for the rapers Wave for the neighbors She sure paints a pretty picture For everyone And everyone's concern Woman in the garden She's always been the lovely Lady next door Married to the wrong man "really," my sister says, " a total Drunken boor." Bruise on her face sometimes Or a hitch in her stride Sees me in the window now And smiles Gentle ticking in her face Dusting the rocks Yellow dress Who's to blame for Mistaken attentions and Good intent And time better spent? Anyone's guess