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She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles |
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That weren't there yesterday |
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And thinks of the young man that she almost married |
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What would he think if he saw her this way? |
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She picks up her apron in little girl-fashion |
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As something comes into her mind |
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Slowly starts dancing remembering her girlhood |
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And all of the boys she had waiting in line |
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Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife |
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You see everywhere any time of the day |
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An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me |
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The photograph album she takes from the closet |
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And slowly turns the page |
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And carefully picks up the crumbling flower |
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The first one he gave her now withered today |
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She closes her eyes and touches the house dress |
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That suddenly disappears |
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And just for the moment she's wearing the gown |
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That broke all their minds back so many years |
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Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife |
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You see everywhere any time of the day |
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An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me |
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Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife |
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You see everywhere any time of the day |
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An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me |
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Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife |
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You see everywhere any time of the day |
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An everyday housewife |
