She was comfortable with Him She thought he was with Her But He had an itch She couldn't scratch So they went their separate ways The weeks turned into days And He couldn't do a thing but think of Her
He got the Seven Year Itch six years too early At eighteen they hadn't seen that much of life In a small country town they grew up in Where Her biggest dream was to be this fella's wife
It's the same old story Just a different tune A poor girl in love with a wedding gown A good looking fella Just a country boy Too wet behind the ears to settle down.