Holidays

She's the kind of girl who pays for herself
And the money don't come rollin' in
Been living here outside of fifteen years
Say how do you do, where does she begin?

Those lollipop eyes no longer surprised
Still willing to try
Worried she'll get to be just as big
As a house (Oh, you can't do that)
Apartment is small, she got to stay the size of a mouse
Walking around in the old neighborhood
There were several wise guys (Several wise guys)
She'd do over if she could
Please no more lies, warm September skies
Still willing to try

By the holiday, feel better tomorrow
Holiday, brush back the sorrow
Holidays are hard

Sun so bright, she pulls the shade
Puts a dingy dinner in (Dingy dinner in) its factory beams
She bought the book how to help yourself (How to help yourself)
Climb up on the chair, girl, and take it down from the shelf
Cracks open a smile, ain't she got style?
Still willing to try

By the holiday, feel better tomorrow
Holiday, brush back the sorrow
Holidays are hard