All The Little Ladies

Looking through their windows

Peering through lace curtains

All the little ladies

With grey haired hat-pinned heads

Watching people they know who don't understand

That they're living their lonely lives second hand

Even second hand's better than none.

Spreading all the gossip

Baking cakes for tea time

All the little ladies

With lonely single beds

Watching children they know as they jump and play

Trying giving them sweets but they run away

Even naughty boy's better than none.

Sunday lunch is coming

In a van of kindness

All the little ladies

With no friends but the dead

Watching doctor they know as he takes their pulse

Trying giving a smile for there's nothing else

Even this sad life's better than none.