Andrea Corr

Jeanie marries when she's 21,
Has a baby one year on
And every year that's the way that life goes.
Lost herself in domesticity,
A cleaning, feeding entity,
She can't recall what she was before.
In an ideal world kids would keep their rooms tidy,
In an ideal world he would be home from his work on time
And in the morning I could lay in.
Johnny signs his share of autographs,
For all the people he makes laugh
And he walks home to an empty flat.
Does his best to fight the slience,
Of late night TV vicadence(?)
He can't forget what he had before.
In an ideal world she would still think I'm funny,