I see her walking in the street each day
nothing to say, in a world of her own
looking twice the years that she has had
life is bad, for the woman unknown
collecting bits in bags like diamonds in her hand
just how much they mean to her we'll never understand

CHORUS
were you a dancer or once a beauty queen
were you a famous actress on the silver screen
or maybe all you wanted were the simple things in life
a happy home and children
and to be somebody's wife

now leaves are falling and the summer's gone
will you carry on, living day to day
sleeping in shop windows where we buy and sell
and know too well, that you're the price we pay
perhaps your only crime 
was to trust in someone bad
how I wish I could give to you 
the life you never had

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Words & Music By NEMO JAMES