Born and raised in wilderness

Of suburban shops and schools

How she tried and tried to be satisfied

With a job on the typing pool

She hated the smell of carbon paper

The office so smoky and dry

How she longed for the day she would make her get away

And say her last goodbye



Bows and bangles on her fingers

And silver bells on her toes

That lady has music where she wonders

That lady has music where she goes



Married a guy with prospects

And so became his wife

And that my friend is the end of the story

'Cos that was the rest of his life

She could have been a movie star

She could have made the scene

Right or wrong she still hangs on

Each night to her favourite dream



Bows and bangles on her fingers

And silver bells on her toes

That lady has music where she wonders

That lady has music where she goes