Song | A Life Of Her Own |
Artist | Television Personalities |
Album | The Painted Word |
作词 : Treacy | |
She sits alone in the kitchen | |
With her memories and photographs | |
Of all the better times she's had | |
When she was young the days seemed short | |
So much to do so little time | |
But now the days just seem to pass her by | |
So she cries she takes a pill | |
Then another, calls her mother"Mother can you baby sit tonight?" | |
The children scream her husband doesn't care | |
So many times she's wished he wasn't there | |
In the morning does the washing up | |
The fish and chips the children left | |
She scrapes away into the bin | |
Four o'clock they're home from school | |
They scream and shout her life they rule | |
She dreams of holidays and better things | |
So she cries she takes a pill | |
Then another, calls her mother"Mother can you baby sit tonight?" | |
She wishes she was alone | |
She could have a life of her own | |
So she sits alone in the park | |
She wishes she could run away | |
But deep inside she knows she never will | |
She dreams of living in the country | |
With a garden full of daffodils | |
For now a box on the window sill | |
So she cries she takes a pill | |
And then another, calls her mother"Mother can you baby sit tonight?" | |
She wishes she was alone | |
She could have a life of her own | |
She could have a life of her own | |
A life of her own |
zuò cí : Treacy | |
She sits alone in the kitchen | |
With her memories and photographs | |
Of all the better times she' s had | |
When she was young the days seemed short | |
So much to do so little time | |
But now the days just seem to pass her by | |
So she cries she takes a pill | |
Then another, calls her mother" Mother can you baby sit tonight?" | |
The children scream her husband doesn' t care | |
So many times she' s wished he wasn' t there | |
In the morning does the washing up | |
The fish and chips the children left | |
She scrapes away into the bin | |
Four o' clock they' re home from school | |
They scream and shout her life they rule | |
She dreams of holidays and better things | |
So she cries she takes a pill | |
Then another, calls her mother" Mother can you baby sit tonight?" | |
She wishes she was alone | |
She could have a life of her own | |
So she sits alone in the park | |
She wishes she could run away | |
But deep inside she knows she never will | |
She dreams of living in the country | |
With a garden full of daffodils | |
For now a box on the window sill | |
So she cries she takes a pill | |
And then another, calls her mother" Mother can you baby sit tonight?" | |
She wishes she was alone | |
She could have a life of her own | |
She could have a life of her own | |
A life of her own |