My Head in Front of Your Head Songtext
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Abraham Lincoln,
I would like to go back in time and be your wife
not because I'd be the First Lady
but because I think you're charming.
I know you were an unhappy man
(funery, oh they say)
but I could have made you a happy man
that laughed and danced and sang
I would like to go back in time and be your wife
not because I'd be the First Lady
but because I think you're charming.
I know you were an unhappy man
(funery, oh they say)
but I could have made you a happy man
that laughed and danced and sang
and I
would have recited Shakespeare with you,
let you read all the good lines.
You could have been Iago and Othello every time.
I would have done your shopping for you,
bought you your tall pants.
I would have been presently affectionate.
I would've put my hand in your long hand
and if I'd been on the balcony of Ford's Theatre
when Mister Booth came up with gun in hand,
I would have put my head in front of your head.
I would have put my head in front of your head.
Abraham Lincoln,
I would like to go back in time and be your wife.
Not because you saved the Union
but because I think you're hot shit.
I know you were intelligent, telling stories all the time.
And I bet we'd have the same sense of humor,
we'd laugh until we cry.
And I would have spent hours combing your hair,
putting every one in place,
but if you got nervous and messed it up
it would have been okay
'cause we could have had
messy hair together
and we could have had
beautiful children together.
But I would have been a perfect mother
to Eddie and Willie and Ted and Robert,
yeah I wouldn't have let them get the fever
or small pox or malaria.
And if I'd been on the balcony of Ford's Theatre
when Mister Booth came up with gun in hand,
I would have put my head in front of your head,
I would have put my head in front of your head.
In fact I wouldn't have made us go to the theatre.
No, we could've stayed home and eaten dinner,
and you could have resigned the Presidency,
devoted the rest of your life to me.
Yeah, we could have left
oh Washington forever,
and we could have grown
older and older together.
But if I'd been on the balcony of Ford's Theatre
when Mister Booth came up with gun in hand,
I would have put my head in front of your head,
I would have put my head in front of your head.
would have recited Shakespeare with you,
let you read all the good lines.
You could have been Iago and Othello every time.
I would have done your shopping for you,
bought you your tall pants.
I would have been presently affectionate.
I would've put my hand in your long hand
and if I'd been on the balcony of Ford's Theatre
when Mister Booth came up with gun in hand,
I would have put my head in front of your head.
I would have put my head in front of your head.
Abraham Lincoln,
I would like to go back in time and be your wife.
Not because you saved the Union
but because I think you're hot shit.
I know you were intelligent, telling stories all the time.
And I bet we'd have the same sense of humor,
we'd laugh until we cry.
And I would have spent hours combing your hair,
putting every one in place,
but if you got nervous and messed it up
it would have been okay
'cause we could have had
messy hair together
and we could have had
beautiful children together.
But I would have been a perfect mother
to Eddie and Willie and Ted and Robert,
yeah I wouldn't have let them get the fever
or small pox or malaria.
And if I'd been on the balcony of Ford's Theatre
when Mister Booth came up with gun in hand,
I would have put my head in front of your head,
I would have put my head in front of your head.
In fact I wouldn't have made us go to the theatre.
No, we could've stayed home and eaten dinner,
and you could have resigned the Presidency,
devoted the rest of your life to me.
Yeah, we could have left
oh Washington forever,
and we could have grown
older and older together.
But if I'd been on the balcony of Ford's Theatre
when Mister Booth came up with gun in hand,
I would have put my head in front of your head,
I would have put my head in front of your head.
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