He played for Indiana,
and she'd watch from the crowd.
True love or Fata Morgana,
in clover they never speak loud.
He moved her from Illinois,
and she quit her job as etiquette.
Married to the lot of a college boy,
'cause he'd make millions in Connecticut.
And she'll stay home and watch their babies,
because she was his college sweetheart.
Cooking and cleaning were not her degrees,
but he's asked her to make that rhubarb tart.
O Rene,
why do you stay,
just to live that life of luxury?
O Rene,
what does he say,
and why do you always obey?
