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Mum, I know you'll think I'm potty But this time I've really found him Joe is what they call Midwestern How to tell you what that means? He is open, optimistic And makes everything seem easy And what he likes to wear Are bright red cowboy boots and jeans His idea of an evening Is a picnic on the carpet I set out fried chicken And a bottle of Chablis He sells software and must travel So at home he likes relaxing And as we talk He runs his fingertips all over- Joe lives down in Greenwich Village That's a trendy part of New York He shares a loft with an attorney With the unlikely name of Dwight Dwight says he'll get my green card Unless you and Dad are Cuban So if you haven't lied, Mum I ought to be all right