A woman's work is Never done
I never seem to stop
My Sink must collect next doors dishes
cos it's always full up to the top
I know every crack on my neighbours wall
cos I'm chained to my Kitchen sink
I think, he thinks I fancy him
cos he keeps giving me a wink!
The dishes finally done,
Now time to mop the floors
and wash those grubby finger prints
from every blinkin door.
I've even shone the handles
though pointless it will be
but at least they'll shine for a
till the kids get in at 3.
The beds are made, my windows gleam
the washing hung out to dry
the ironing board is empty for once
everything's looking just fine.
It's 10 to three, time for a rest,
put my feet up before they come in,
cos once the rascals get home from school,
I'll be starting all over again.
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