歌曲 | Sandra |
歌手 | Barry Manilow |
专辑 | Barry Manilow II |
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Lyrics:Enoch Anderson Music:Barry Manilow | |
She's a great little housewife | |
Though sometimes she talks like a fool | |
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush | |
And she picks up the kids after school | |
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home | |
And she changes from mother to wife | |
'Til she feels the words hanging between them | |
And she hangs by her words to her life | |
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids | |
I wanted to be like my mother | |
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There's so many things that she wishes | |
She don't even know what she's missin' | |
And that's how she knows that she missed | |
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody | |
It's hard to get through to her then | |
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born | |
Oh but that happens now and again | |
She might take a drink with the housework | |
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop | |
A Martini or two before dinner | |
But she always knows when to stop | |
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids | |
You know I wanted to be like my mother | |
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There's so many things that she wishes | |
She don't even know what she's missin' | |
And that's how she knows that she missed | |
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies | |
Now it's seldom if ever they go | |
Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car | |
There's no money left for the show | |
She was doing the dishes | |
When a glass fell and broke on the tile | |
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake) | |
It was real touch and go for a while | |
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids | |
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother | |
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There's so many things that she wishes | |
She don't even know what she's missin' | |
And that's how she knows that she missed |
Lyrics: Enoch Anderson Music: Barry Manilow | |
She' s a great little housewife | |
Though sometimes she talks like a fool | |
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush | |
And she picks up the kids after school | |
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home | |
And she changes from mother to wife | |
' Til she feels the words hanging between them | |
And she hangs by her words to her life | |
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids | |
I wanted to be like my mother | |
But if I hadn' t done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There' s so many things that she wishes | |
She don' t even know what she' s missin' | |
And that' s how she knows that she missed | |
She' s a sweetheart, except when she' s moody | |
It' s hard to get through to her then | |
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born | |
Oh but that happens now and again | |
She might take a drink with the housework | |
Or when Michael' s kept late at the shop | |
A Martini or two before dinner | |
But she always knows when to stop | |
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids | |
You know I wanted to be like my mother | |
But if I hadn' t done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There' s so many things that she wishes | |
She don' t even know what she' s missin' | |
And that' s how she knows that she missed | |
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies | |
Now it' s seldom if ever they go | |
Once you' ve paid for the sitter and parkin' the car | |
There' s no money left for the show | |
She was doing the dishes | |
When a glass fell and broke on the tile | |
And she cut her wrist quite by mistake | |
It was real touch and go for a while | |
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids | |
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother | |
But if I hadn' t done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There' s so many things that she wishes | |
She don' t even know what she' s missin' | |
And that' s how she knows that she missed |
Lyrics: Enoch Anderson Music: Barry Manilow | |
She' s a great little housewife | |
Though sometimes she talks like a fool | |
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush | |
And she picks up the kids after school | |
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home | |
And she changes from mother to wife | |
' Til she feels the words hanging between them | |
And she hangs by her words to her life | |
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids | |
I wanted to be like my mother | |
But if I hadn' t done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There' s so many things that she wishes | |
She don' t even know what she' s missin' | |
And that' s how she knows that she missed | |
She' s a sweetheart, except when she' s moody | |
It' s hard to get through to her then | |
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born | |
Oh but that happens now and again | |
She might take a drink with the housework | |
Or when Michael' s kept late at the shop | |
A Martini or two before dinner | |
But she always knows when to stop | |
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids | |
You know I wanted to be like my mother | |
But if I hadn' t done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There' s so many things that she wishes | |
She don' t even know what she' s missin' | |
And that' s how she knows that she missed | |
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies | |
Now it' s seldom if ever they go | |
Once you' ve paid for the sitter and parkin' the car | |
There' s no money left for the show | |
She was doing the dishes | |
When a glass fell and broke on the tile | |
And she cut her wrist quite by mistake | |
It was real touch and go for a while | |
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids | |
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother | |
But if I hadn' t done it as soon as I did | |
Oh there might have been time to be me | |
For myself, for myself | |
There' s so many things that she wishes | |
She don' t even know what she' s missin' | |
And that' s how she knows that she missed |