| She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles
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| That weren’t there yesterday
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| And thinks of the young man that she almost married
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| What would he think if he saw her this way?
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| She picks up her apron in little girl-fashion
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| As something comes into her mind
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| Slowly starts dancing remembering her girlhood
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| And all of the boys she had waiting in line
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| Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
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| You see everywhere any time of the day
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| An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me
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| The photograph album she takes from the closet
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| And slowly turns the page
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| And carefully picks up the crumbling flower
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| The first one he gave her now withered today
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| She closes her eyes and touches the house dress
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| That suddenly disappears
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| And just for the moment she’s wearing the gown
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| That broke all their minds back so many years
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| Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
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| You see everywhere any time of the day
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| An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me
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| Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
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| You see everywhere any time of the day
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| An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me
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| Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
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| You see everywhere any time of the day
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| An everyday housewife |