| You’re a lonely alcoholic
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| With a tendency to whine
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| Well you speak it and you drink it
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| And bore us all the time
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| Say you drink out of your sorrow
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| For you’ve got no one to love
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| But tell me who could cuddle up
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| To a lonely alcoholic
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| You’re a stressed out single mother
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| Who has clearly been harassed
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| Well you can’t predict the future
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| For you can’t erase the past
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| Cause your baby isn’t going anywhere
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| But up so join the line and get the dough
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| For the stressed out single mother
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| I’m a mediocre writer
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| Who sings all of the time
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| Writing songs about misfortunes
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| And other people’s crimes
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| Well they say that I am
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| Doing my duty to the world
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| Oh you could say that is onerous
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| I’m just craving to be heard
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| Ooh, don’t leave me alone
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| Well who is there to listen to
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| The problems of our lives
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| You’ve got kids who just don’t eat enough
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| And men with many wives
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| If we’re altogether screaming
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| Why can’t we make a sound
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| Cause the dirt on which we’re stepping
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| Is the one in which we will be found
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| Ooh, baby don’t leave me alone
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| Well who is there to listen to
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| The problems of our lives
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| You’ve got kids who just don’t eat enough
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| And men with many wives
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| If we’re altogether screaming
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| Why can’t we make a sound
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| Cause the dirt on which we’re stepping
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| Is the one in which we will be found
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| Ooh baby don’t leave me alone |