Cindy Tells Me |
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Cindy Tells Me Lyrics |
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 Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weepingCindy tells me, they`ve given up sleeping alone And now they`re so confused by their new freedoms And she tells me they`re selling up their maisonettes Left the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes And they`re saving their labour for insane reading. Some of them lose - and some of them lose But that`s what they want - and that`s what they choose It`s a burden - such a burden Oh what a burden to be so relied on. Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives Living quietly like labourer`s wives Perhaps they`ll re-acquire those things they`ve all disposed of. |
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