She's got three kids, no husband And she's two weeks late on last months rent She's waiting on the child support And he keeps swearing that it's coming But if she knows him, she knows where it went And that pile of bills ain't gonna pay themselves
It's been a forty hour week and it's only Tuesday And there's homework and dinner to make Somebody wants a lullaby Somebody wants a different channel Somebody's dealing with their first heartbreak And the dishes in the sink ain't gonna wash themselves
She lights a cigarette out on the balcony When she gets a couple minutes to herself There's how you planned it out and how it turns out to be And a broken home, it ain't no fairytale
She's got three kids, no husband And a hairnet job at a diner on Maine She knows damn well she don't make the best cup of coffee But she's quick with a smile and good with names Those lunch tickets ain't gonna tip themselves
She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock And tries not to pick the polish off her nails She thinks about a guy who's been coming in alot She starts to dream and then she stops herself
She's got three kids, no husband So she's a mom and a dad and a taxi driver When the baby's sick, she's an up all nighter A hand and a shoulder and a referee A real life hero if you ask me Cause those kids ain't gonna raise themselvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
