I'll offer you respite from womanhood and bring an end to your frustrations
if only for an afternoon we could get lost in wilful recreations the birds still sing without prompting I don't need no prompting either I've gathered up the names of all who hate us and said a prayer for each but they will never know a waiting room the clicking clock notice a hole in either sock the traffic lights turn to green the victory dance across the road for everyone to see where is the voice the one I use when I'm at my very best he one I lose when crowded rooms all full of sheep demand of me I crave my sleep I wrecked my brains for something new and in stepped you.
I'll offer you the chance to have someone to rub suncream on and complain to about the neighbours there is relief in getting older like you are twenty eight now and sound you were a nightmare at twenty two.
A waiting room the clicking clock notice a hole in either sock the traffic lights turn to green the victory dance across the road for all to see where is the voice the one I use when I'm at my very best he one I lose when crowded rooms all full of sheep demand of me I crave my sleep I wrecked my brains for something new and in stepped you.
