Sunday Dress

I see you walking past my shop front Window, you've got your eye out for a Sunday dress You check your pocketbook a week from Monday, There's nothing left to make you look your best I see you sitting at the bar on Tuesday, you spend your money trying to forget They ask you for a dance, but you're unwilling, There's nothing you can do they've torn your dress Oooh, oooh, ooooh Despite your willingness the party's over, They've locked the doors and thrown away all of the keys There's no one waiting at the railway Station, there's no one working at the factory Everybody walks in time, everybody thinks you're fine Nobody can imagine your frustration You've wear your Sunday dress, it's got a hole a tear, There's nothing you can pull it's such a bloody mess It's such a bloody mess Despite your willingness the party's over, They've locked the doors and thrown away all of the keys There's no one waiting at the railway Station, there's no one working at the factory