Lyrics Bedsit Girl - Chris Spedding

Bedsit Girl

She gets up every morning
Gets pushed around on the underground
She don’t make the kind of money
To live in the good part of town
Bedsit girl
She left home 'cause she couldn’t take the jive
Bedsit world
Working so hard, starts at nine, through to five
She’s so full of love she could burst
Nights are pretty bad but, you know, the weekends are the worst
Bedsit girl
Earls court’s a lonely place
Bedsit world
You can see it, you can feel it and it’s written on the woman’s face
Everybody got somewhere to go or something to do And everybody, oh yeah, always seems to be passing through
Bedsit girl
Watching TV, yeah, she’s just sittin' in a Bedsit world
Reading magazines, waiting for the phone
Bedsit girl
Just sittin' pretty and it’s such a pity in a Bedsit world
Mmm, but he ain’t at home, come on now
Bedsit girl
Get up, get out, find out what its all about