Cindy tells me
the rich girls are weeping
Cindy tells me
they've given up sleeping alone
And now they're so confused
by their new freedoms
And she tells me
they're selling up
their maisonettes
Left the hotpoints
to rust in the kitchenettes
And they're saving their labour
for insane reading
Some of them lose
and some of them lose
But that's what they want
and that's what they choose
It's a burden
such a burden
Oh what a burden to be so relied on
Some of them lose
and some of them lose
But that's what they want
and that's what they choose
It's a burden
such a burden
Oh what a burden to be so relied on
Cindy tells me
what will they do with their lives
Living quietly
like labourer's wives
Perhaps they'll re-acquire
those things
they've all disposed of