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Fine feathers, seen heavy weather You keep hoping that she'll look your way Club (?) ladies, monday's dailies Looks your way but she's not watching you High hopes, tightropes Why you've never asked her I don't know Lay drinking, always thinking When she finishes where does she go? Home to her husband and her child So you've been told Home, home to a family life as a wife Keep trying, not denying There is anything to make you stay One woman in a million Ain't got nothing more than most to say Home to her husband and her child So you've been told Home, home to a family life as a wife Fine feathers, seen heavy weather You keep hoping that she'll look your way Club (?) ladies, monday's dailies Looks your way but she's not watching you From Letras Mania