(Difford/Tilbrook)
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The crown of the kingdom is given to the woman
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The kingdom of the kitchen where she says she shouldn't,
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There on the stainless steel her cigarettes and matches
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Whistles to the radio to every hook she catches,
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But the frowns, eiderdowns, tie her down
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But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom.
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She like the recipes a touch of oriental
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Steaming up the windows burning egg on metal,
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Sees in a catalogue a shiny new appliance
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Another role swallowed by the wonders of science,
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Lobster hands, omelet pans, understand
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How the crown can stick like jam in her kingdom.
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He's been so busy and she's been neglected,
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The problem is computed and always it's rejected,
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Out of her heart I catch a spark, and being smart
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The crown is left out in the dark now there's no kingdom.
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Fed up with the glory she abdicates her title
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Sitting at a bar stool she gives her day's recital,
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The family watch in horror as she staggers up the hallway
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Makes herself a sandwich as they're looking through the doorway,
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She goes to bed, leg by leg, nothing's said
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There's no crown upon her head there's no kingdom.
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Press the button on the toaster; it's a woman's world,
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Tuck the sheets in on the bed; it's a woman's world,
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Take your apron from your holster; it's a woman's world,
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Shoot the crown off of your head; it's a woman's world.
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It's a woman's worldˇ¦It's a woman's worldˇ¦
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It's a woman's worldˇ¦It's a woman's worldˇ¦
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Press the button on the toaster; it's a woman's world,
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Tuck the sheets in on the bed; it's a woman's world,
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Take your apron from your holster; it's a woman's world,
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Shoot the crown off of your head; it's a woman's world.
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Woman's World
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