Living

You ask how is this living

If I'm bored from dawn to dusk

And I'd said to take it steady

Now you're scowling in disgust

You want a man to make you happy

And a man to make you moan

You want those filthy moments

With the cutesy stuff at home

She says "bring me back a lover

A one who I can call my own

And I will take him to my mother

And how him my family home"

How is this living? (x4)

You take your sorry self to work

When you couldn't give a damn

Cause when you've got the money

It just slips straight through your hands

And now you're dolled up at the party

Hoping there's someone to meet

You are snatching and you're grabbing

You've got lace on underneath

She says "bring me back a lover

A one who I can call my own

And I will take him to my mother

And how him my family home"

"Bring me back a lover

A one who I can call my own

And I will take him to my mother

And how him my family home"

How is this living? (x8)