Sandra
She's a great little housewifeThough sometimes she talks like a foolBut she helps at the store in the holiday rushAnd she picks up the kids after schoolAnd she puts down the 'phoneWhen her husband comes homeAnd she changes from mother to wife'Til she feels the words hanging between themAnd she hangs by her words to her life
She says....I swear I love my husbandI love my kidsI wanted to be like my motherBut if I hadn't done it as soon as I didOh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myselfSo many things that she wishesShe don't even know what she's missingAnd that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart except when she's moodyIt's hard to get through to her thenDepressed for a while when the youngest was bornAh, but that happens now and againAh, she might take a drink with the houseworkOr when Michael's kept late at the shopA martini or two before dinnerBut she always knows when to stop
She says....I swear I love my husbandAnd I love my kidsAnd, though I wanted to be like my motherBut if I hadn't done it as soon as I didOh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myselfSo many things that she wishesShe don't even know what she's missingAnd that's how she knows that she missed
Oh, they used to hold hands at the moviesNow it's seldom, if ever, they goOnce you pay for the sitter, and parking the carThere's no money left for the showShe was doing the dishesWhen a glass fell and broke on the tileAnd she cut her wrist, quite by mistakeIt was real touch and go for a while
She says....Oh God, I love my husbandAnd I love my kidsWell, I wanted to be like my motherBut if I hadn't done it as soon as I didOh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myselfSo many things that she wishesShe don't even know what she's missingAnd that's how she knows that she missed