Letras
Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives
Keep the house and sweep the parlor
Mend the clothes and tend the children
Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives
Make the beds and bake the pies
And wither on the vine
Not mine
Dying by inches every night
What a glamorous life
Brought on by winches to recite
What a glamorous life
Ordinary mothers never get the flowers
And ordinary mothers never get the joys
Ordinary mothers couldn't cough for hours
Maintaining their poise
Sandwiches only, but she eats what she wants when she wants
Sometimes it's lonely, but she meets many handsome gallants
Ordinary mothers don't live out of cases
But ordinary mothers don't go different places
Which ordinary mothers can't do
Being mothers all day
Mine's away in a play
And she's realer than they
What if her brooch is only glass
And her costumes unravel
What if her coach is second class
She at least gets to travel
And sometime this summer, meaning soon
She'll be traveling to me
Sometime this summer, maybe June
I'm the new play she'll see
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
With ordinary mothers near them when they choose
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter
Enclosing reviews
Gay and resilient with applause
What a glamorous life
Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's
What a glamorous life
Ordinary mothers needn't need committees
But ordinary mothers don't get quays to cities
No, ordinary mothers merely see their children all year
Which is lovely, I hear
But it does interfere
With the glamorous
I am a princess, guarded by dragons
Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
She's in her kingdom, wearing disguises
Living a life that is full of surprises