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She's got three kids - no husband And she's two weeks late on last month's rent She's waiting on the child support And he keeps swearing that it's coming But if she knows him she knows where it went And that pile of bills ain't pay themselves It's been a 40 hour week and it's only Tuesday And there's homework and dinner to make Somebody wants a lullaby, somebody wants a different channel Somebody's dealing with their first heartbreak And the dishes in the sink ain't gonna wash themselves She lights a cigarette out on the balcony When she gets a couple minutes to herself There's how you plan it out and how it turns out to be And a broken home, it ain't no fairytale She's got three kids - no husband And hair net job at a diner on Main She knows damn well she don't make the best cup of coffee But she's quick with a smile and good with names Those lunch tickets ain't gonna tip themselves She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock And tries not to pick the polish off her nails Letras de cancionesShe thinks about a guy who's been coming in a lot She starts to dream, and then she stops herself She's got three kids - no husband So she's a mom and dad and a taxi driver When the baby's sick she's an up all nighter A hand, a shoulder and a referee A real life hero if you ask me Cause those kids ain't gonna raise themselves From Letras Mania