Lynda Carter never cried
When the bad men came
She just looked them in the eyes
And said "behave"
And our mothers gave us loving looks
And covered us in comic books
And we'd write city symphonies
In crayon on the edge of everything
And the armies crawled
Across our linen sheets
On Monday mornings when
A touch of what was going around
Had come around to us
And our newlywed adopted mothers
Covered us in colored covers
We watched I Love Lucy
And were happier than we would dare to say
Silver surfers flew inside
Of our windows every other night
And we'd wake up imagining
We'd wake up imagining
And solar flares, fireballs
Would dance around the paper walls
And set our tiny eyes ablaze
With wonder at the things we thought we knew
Lynda Carter never cried
When the bad men came
She just looked them in the eyes and they behaved
And we'd have our toast with marmalade
Drape sheets across our shoulderblades
And raid the 'fridge for ice cream
'Til we heard the keychain jangling at the door
And our unwed teenage mother
Gave us one too many brothers
But we wrapped him in a pillowcase
And loved him all the same
And when Tuesday came along
We went back to singing spelling songs
And Saturday was there before we knew it
And we'd known it all along
Oh, oh, oh, oh


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