Second Letter Home by Bernadette Peters Lyrics

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