Testo di 8 Hour Days (Unreleased)

Beauty is everything But no man will ever know what that means Only the woman who’s holding his hand Will ever know the pit that grows inside of that man He likes his clothes black, dinner packed, 8 hour days and nights away from her Same place, saving face for him I feel like a preacher’s wife Slaving every day and night Making sure that he looks nice For his children that I don’t share Beauty is everything Even when it takes the piss from me Even when he takes what he thinks is his inside me I am beautiful and I am free I am free I feel like a preacher’s wife Crying waiting up all night But I’ll carry him and Jesus Christ As long as he comes home to me