She doesn’t dare to go out
She has no transport and her clothes are in doubt
She’s 43 and can’t stand up for herself
So she sits down, makes some soup, knits and cleans through the house.
Excercises, but the world petrifies us
Not daring to go out for fear of who’s about
frustrated, she’s to blame, they’re all to blame
deep down she feels she knows
they’re the one’s who’re insane
She just doesn’t want to play their game
She’s terrified, life passing her by
scared of all the representations, she ain’t no petrified cry
she’s here and so full of life
but she’s all alone.