| When you’re sitting in your sitting room |
| With all your books and pens |
| On a sofa, legs and fingers crossed |
| With all your husband’s freinds |
| It isn’t easy |
| When you’re standing in your kitchen |
| Elbow deep in pots and pans |
| Do you wonder what’s become |
| Of all your hopes |
| Your dreams |
| Your plans |
| And your mother |
| And your children |
| They are not your biggest fans |
| It isn’t easy |
| Woah |
| You’re not the greatest dancer |
| Woah |
| You call but there’s no answer |
| Woah |
| Smell perfume on his hands |
| No regrets |
| Yeah, no regrets |
| No regrets |
| When you’re fixing up them dumplin’s |
| And that fifteen minute rice |
| Did you find it strange |
| To find out wine was not the blood of Christ |
| And you’re shopping at the KMart |
| They are reasonably priced |
| When you’re sitting in your widows weeds |
| And quitting ciggarettes |
| Do you wonder what you’re gonna do When everyone forgets |
| All the clothes you washed |
| And food you cooked |
| And hair up in barettes |
| It wasn’t easy |
| You’re not the greatest dancer |
| Woah |
| You call but there’s no answer |
| Woah |
| And age spots on them hands |
| No regrets |
| Yeah, no regrets |
| No regrets |