Miriam 歌词

Miriam was kind of homely Kind of ugly in the face and hands She had nice eyes She had nice breasts and hands and feet but she was Small And dark And hurt All over She was buff from lifting things Secretly she played the tambourine She had nice rhythm She dreamed to play the drums but she was Poor And overworked And tired Miriam bussed to work each day And hummed over cold soup at night Miriam worked for minimum wage And hadn't had a boyfriend since that Drug addict fling She had sold her television Saved her pennies for a weekly quart Of milk and lotto ticket Just in case her luck should change to Good Or slightly Less Than bad Miriam was kind of homely Kind of ugly in the face and hands She had nice eyes She had nice breasts and hands and feet