Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair,
Wraps a tow'l around her as she's heading for the bedroom chair,
It's just another day.
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
It's just another day.
At the office were the papers grow, she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee and she finds it hard to stay awake,
It's just another day
It's just another day
It's just another day.
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
This has really made me then think to past history, and how throughout all of history women have faced this feeling on entrapment whether this is in accordance with the new "business" women status, whereby they feel trapped to prove that they can do it all perfectly or in the past where although not in the work place women still felt trapped at home, with the pressure of having to be the perfect mother, housewife and partner, to look perfect, to be kind and to always have food on the table, clean clothes on the children. To leave with a lasting thought here is the video alongside lyrics on 'Another Day'...
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