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текстThese lyrics are posted with the permission of the copyright holder, Cathy Miller. If you would like to order the CD "One Stitch At a Time," please contact Ms. Miller at: www.singingquilter.com Ms. Miller also pointed out that TV quilter and personality Eleanor Burns has done a music video of this song. The video or DVD can be ordered from Ms. Burns at: www.quiltinaday.com/
Copyright 2000 by Cathy Miller
He doesn't have to know everything A few secrets keep a marriage fresh as spring I'll have it in, and out of sight in a flash There are 100 ways to hide your stash.
Fill up the cupboard, hide the evidence Pile it in the pantry spare no expense Keep it with the kids' clothes, lay it with the wine Keep it all together where the sun don't shine!
Put it in a Safeway bag, bring it in with the groceries Call it "Christmas presents - and don't you peek!" You're "keeping it for a friend" who's gone to Calgary She'll be back soon - no there's none for me!
Don't tell him what you owe the store He might start looking in the dryer or the drawer It's an affliction breeding secrecy These guilty pleasures that won't let me be
Pack it in the wardrobe, under the chair Stack it with the linen, with the silverware Cram it in the cellar, under the stair With the winter clothes, with the underwear.
A woman stored hers in the ceiling overhead For years it stayed there, overtop the bed Her husband never ever heard a sound Until the day it brought the ceiling down
He's got golfing and his auto parts You've got fabric He's got cigarettes and butter tarts You've got fabric! Pad it in a pillow, buy a bass violin Cram it in a corner, tuck it in a tin Turn off your freezer, fill up your bin Unplug the oven, you can fit it all in
Buy a few quarters, while you're at the store Get a little extra - more more more Slip it in the mattress, hide it under the floor No more room in here: buy the house next door!