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Single girl, wallet full
Married girl, got a plow to pull
When she was young, she had a dream
Now she bites her tongue, and is seldom seen
And she says:

I don’t wanna sleep, I don’t wanna die
I just wanna travel through the pastures in the sky

The ties that bind, well they weigh you down
Rocks on your apron strings, feel like to drown
Doin’ hard time, in lullabyes
If thoughts were crimes, then they’d hang her high
So she thinks:

Now the milk of kindness is running sour
Paying for the blindness, of your girlish hours
You are the “former”, and you did it for love
So who the hell are you “mistress of?”
So she yells…..