Текст песни
A woman waits for marriage
A woman waits for children
She waits for her big Mal to come back home
At five o'clock, or six o'clock
'Til it's nine o'clock, and there's no o'clock to ease the pain
Pain she can't explain
As the woman waits in the dark for a spark that once was there, but isn't there
Not ever there!
Alone and waiting and wailing
Whining and waiting, wanting and wasting, and whoa
Waiting, fixating, debating, lose weighting, ice skating, lactating, and so
We wait to laugh, oh
We wait to cry
We wait for every hopeful breath
Waiting for a lousy, rotting, vicious, rancid, flushed out fetid frenzied fatal death!
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa)