Bows and bangles
Born and raised in wildernessOf suburban shops and schoolsHow she tried and tried to be satisfiedWith a job on the typing pool
She hated the smell of carbon paperThe office so smoky and dryHow she longed for the day she would make her get awayAnd say her last goodbye
Bows and bangles on her fingersAnd silver bells on her toesThat lady has music where she wondersThat lady has music where she goes
Married a guy with prospectsAnd so became his wifeAnd that my friend is the end of the story'Cos that was the rest of his life
She could have been a movie starShe could have made the sceneRight or wrong she still hangs onEach night to her favourite dream
Bows and bangles on her fingersAnd silver bells on her toesThat lady has music where she wondersThat lady has music where she goes