Cindy Tells Me

Cindy tells me, the rich girls are leaving

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 their Hot points to rust in their kitchenettes

And they're saving their labor 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 tells me what will they do with their lives?

Living quietly like laborers' wives

Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things

They've all disposed of