| A woman in the bank looked tired today
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| Someone called her name, she couldn’t tell from where it came
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| Stared out into the spaces between the faces
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| Of the lonely people on that lon-lonely line
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| A woman’s work is never done
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| She love and care for everyone
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| A man he work from sun till sun
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| But a woman’s work is never done
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| Some kid screamed from behind carrying-on
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| I asked her had she any kids of her own
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| Her face lit up, she said, «yeah, a set of two»
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| As she handed me the bills her love shone through
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| A woman’s work is never done
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| She love and care for everyone
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| A man he work from sun till sun
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| But a woman’s work, a woman’s work is never done
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| A woman in the bank looked tired today
|
| Someone called her name, she couldn’t tell from where it came
|
| Stared out into the spaces between the faces
|
| Of the lonely people on that lon-lonely line
|
| A woman’s work is never done
|
| She love and care for everyone
|
| A man he work from sun till sun
|
| But a woman’s work is never done
|
| A woman’s work is never done
|
| She love and care for everyone
|
| A man he work from sun till sun
|
| But a woman’s work, a woman’s work is never done
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| It’s never done |