Cindy tells me

by Brian Eno

 

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Cindy tells me the rich girls are weeping

Cindy tells me they've given off sleeping alone

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and now they're so confused by their new freedoms

and she tells me they're selling off their maisonettes

left the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes

and they're saving their labor for insane reading

Some of them lose and some of them loose

But that's what they want and that's what they choose

It's a burden, such a burden

Oh what a burden to be so relied on

Cindy tell me what will they do with their lives

living quietly like laborer's wives

Perhaps they'll reacquire those things they've all disposed of

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Steve Nicholson, 74431.40@compuserve.com