| Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins | |
| Silently closing her bedroom door | |
| Leaving the note that she hoped would say more | |
| She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief | |
| Quietly turning the backdoor key | |
| Stepping outside she is free | |
| She (We gave her most of our lives) | |
| is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives) | |
| home (We gave her everything money could buy) | |
| She's leaving home after living alone | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown | |
| Picks up the letter that's lying there | |
| Standing alone at the top of the stairs | |
| She breaks down and cries to her husband | |
| Daddy, our baby's gone | |
| Why could she treat us so thoughtlessly | |
| Why could she do this to me | |
| She (We never thought for ourselves) | |
| is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves) | |
| home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by) | |
| She's leaving home after living alone | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away | |
| Waiting to keep the appointment she made | |
| Meeting a man from the motor trade | |
| She (What did we do was wrong) | |
| is having (We didn't know it was wrong) | |
| fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy) | |
| Something inside was always denied | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| She's leaving home bye, bye |
| Wednesday morning at five o' clock as the day begins | |
| Silently closing her bedroom door | |
| Leaving the note that she hoped would say more | |
| She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief | |
| Quietly turning the backdoor key | |
| Stepping outside she is free | |
| She We gave her most of our lives | |
| is leaving Sacrificed most of our lives | |
| home We gave her everything money could buy | |
| She' s leaving home after living alone | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown | |
| Picks up the letter that' s lying there | |
| Standing alone at the top of the stairs | |
| She breaks down and cries to her husband | |
| Daddy, our baby' s gone | |
| Why could she treat us so thoughtlessly | |
| Why could she do this to me | |
| She We never thought for ourselves | |
| is leaving Never a thought for ourselves | |
| home We struggled hard all our lives to get by | |
| She' s leaving home after living alone | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| Friday morning at nine o' clock she is far away | |
| Waiting to keep the appointment she made | |
| Meeting a man from the motor trade | |
| She What did we do was wrong | |
| is having We didn' t know it was wrong | |
| fun Fun is the one thing that money can' t buy | |
| Something inside was always denied | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| She' s leaving home bye, bye |
| Wednesday morning at five o' clock as the day begins | |
| Silently closing her bedroom door | |
| Leaving the note that she hoped would say more | |
| She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief | |
| Quietly turning the backdoor key | |
| Stepping outside she is free | |
| She We gave her most of our lives | |
| is leaving Sacrificed most of our lives | |
| home We gave her everything money could buy | |
| She' s leaving home after living alone | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown | |
| Picks up the letter that' s lying there | |
| Standing alone at the top of the stairs | |
| She breaks down and cries to her husband | |
| Daddy, our baby' s gone | |
| Why could she treat us so thoughtlessly | |
| Why could she do this to me | |
| She We never thought for ourselves | |
| is leaving Never a thought for ourselves | |
| home We struggled hard all our lives to get by | |
| She' s leaving home after living alone | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| Friday morning at nine o' clock she is far away | |
| Waiting to keep the appointment she made | |
| Meeting a man from the motor trade | |
| She What did we do was wrong | |
| is having We didn' t know it was wrong | |
| fun Fun is the one thing that money can' t buy | |
| Something inside was always denied | |
| For so many years. Bye, bye | |
| She' s leaving home bye, bye |
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