cindy tells me

cindy tells me

the rich girls are weeping

cindy 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

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