| She’s got three kids, no husband
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| She’s two weeks late on last month’s rent
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| She’s waiting on the child support, he swears that it’s coming
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| But if she knows him, she knows where it went
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| All those bills ain’t gonna pay themselves
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| It’s been a forty-hour week and it’s only Tuesday
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| And there’s homework and dinner to make
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| Somebody wants a lullaby
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| Somebody wants a different channel
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| Somebody’s dealing with their first heartbreak
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| Those dishes in the sink ain’t gonna wash themselves
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| She lights a cigarette out on the balcony
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| When she gets a couple minutes to herself
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| There’s how you plan it out, and how it turns out to be
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| And a broken home, it ain’t no fairytale
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| She’s got three kids and no husband
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| And a hairnet job at a diner down on Main
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| She knows damn well she don’t make the best cup of coffee
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| But she’s quick with a smile and good at names
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| Those lunch tickets ain’t gonna tip themselves
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| She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock
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| And tries not to pick the polish off her nails
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| She’s thinking about a guy who’s been coming in a lot
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| She starts to dream and then she stops herself
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| She’s got three kids and no husband
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| She’s a mom, and a dad, and a taxi driver
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| When the baby’s sick, she’s an up-all-nighter
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| A hand and a shoulder, and a referee
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| A real life hero, if you ask me
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| And those kids ain’t gonna raise themselves |