She Digs Her

Your eyes hit a gilded window
When the housewives journal started closing every door
The wind's so strong, you decided that you just don't want
To be carried with it anymore

Oh, my God, the neighbours
Just can't put a word to it, never seen to write or call
With greetings to the sister
As you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall

She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolve around car ignition
Hey, did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?

Sunday afternoon sure used to sting until
The drinks kick in at ten
But now you've got a collective
Surely nothing ordinary, kicking up a storm again

Oh, my God, the neighbours
Just can't put a word to it, never seen to write or call
Greetings to the sister
As you're strutting through your suburb, watching ladies trip and fall

She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolve around beer and fishing
Hey, did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Adrian Rogers, Russell Keith Hopkinson, Andy Charles Kent
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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