and she'll work till the afternoon
Coming home in the evening,
every day always the same
And she'll check on her Facebook,
but it's always the same old story
It's all her friends having babies,
only today something's changed
Her heart is beating through
And at two feet they find the floor
She reaches out to use the telephone
mouth she forms the words,
My, my life is mine and mine alone
Paris home in the morning
After an evening of waiting tables
Head in the books until night time
Works for the man, scoops where he can
But what does he slay for?
So that one day he'll make a mortgage
With a wife and some children
His heart is beating through
And his two feet they bind the floor
He reaches out to use the telephone
My, my life is mine and mine alone
I don't need nobody, keep this gold
You can live any way you want
With a job and matching places
Seat suits and their briefcases
This town, our life is ours and ours alone
You can do anything you want