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
The 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
The 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