She's the kind of girl who pays for herself

And the money don't come rolling in

Been living here outside of fifteen years

Say how do you do where does she begin



Those lollipop eyes

No longer surprised

Still willing to try



Worried she'll get to be

As big as a house

Her apartment is small

She's got to stay the size of a mouse



Walking around

The old neighborhood

There were several wiseguys

She'd do over if she could



Please no more lies

Warm september skies

Still willing to try

But the holidays

Holidays are hard



Sun's so bright

She pulls the shade

Puts a dinky dinner in

It's factory made



She bought the book

How to help yourself

Climb up on the chair girl

And take it down from the shelf



Cracks open a smile

Ain't she got style

Still willing to try



But the holidays

Holidays are hard




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