Born and raised in wilderness Of suburban shops and schools How she tried and tried to be satisfied With a job on the typing pool She hated the smell of carbon paper The office so smoky and dry How she longed for the day she would make her get away And say her last goodbye
Bows and bangles on her fingers And silver bells on her toes That lady has music where she wonders That lady has music where she goes
Married a guy with prospects And so became his wife And that my friend is the end of the story 'cos that was the rest of his life She could have been a movie star She could have made the scene Right or wrong she still hangs on Each night to her favourite dream
Bows and bangles on her fingers And silver bells on her toes That lady has music where she wonders That lady has music where she goes
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