Songtext von All The Little Ladies

Old School Songs looking through their windows Peering through lace curtains All the little ladies With grey haired hat-pinned heads Watching people they know who don't understand That they're living their lonely lives second hand Even second hand's better than none. Spreading all the gossip Baking cakes for tea time All the little ladies With lonely single beds Watching children they know as they jump and play Trying giving them sweets but they run away Even naughty boy's better than none. Sunday lunch is coming In a van of kindness All the little ladies With no friends but the dead Watching doctor they know as he takes their pulse Trying giving a smile for there's nothing else Even this sad life's better than none.