She gets up every morning at six o'clock
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Feeds the baby, makes the breakfast, gets the kids off to school
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And her husband's always late for work
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No time to tell her she's still beautiful.
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Is this the dream she used to dream?
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It's not the way it used to seem
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She's a housewife and her work's cut out
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No more dancin', no more romance and
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No more Rock 'n' Roll.
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Every day seems much the same to her
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Little time to put her feet up or to answer the door
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But she's learnt how to cope and be thankful for her lot
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And she handles it with care as her mother did before.
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By all accounts she has arrived
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To feel her age at twenty five
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She's a housewife and her work's cut out
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No more dancin', no more romance and
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No more Rock 'n' Roll.
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Sometimes she lets herself get carried away
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Dreams of a love affair - to brighten up her day.
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She's a housewife and her life's cut out
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No more dancin', no more romance and
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No more Rock 'n' Roll.
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She's a housewife and her life's cut out
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No more dancin', no more romance and
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No more Rock 'n' Roll.
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No More Rock 'n' Roll
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| Clifford T. Ward |
