A woman’s workday is never done
From first light to close of day, one continuous sweeping blur
Spinnin’ ‘round the living room, cuttin’ a rug
There’s no parking on the dance floor
From daybreak to nightfall, a continuous scrubbing blur
Windows, silverware, porcelain tile, every surface shines
There’s no parking on the kitchen floor
Turn the music a little louder, sing a little wilder
TV screens, laminate floors, dusty nooks, every surface gleams
Making a house into a welcoming home
Turn the music louder, dance like nobody’s watchin’
She can’t stop, she won’t stop, tomorrow she begins it all again
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