Factory Girls

Is it a girl in the street?

Is it the ones that you never meet?

Is it Paris in the spring?

Is it any of those things?

No it's the wine that makes me sad, not the love I've never had

Or the things I've never seen, or the places I never been

It's the wine that makes me sad

Is it the friend that I lost?

Were you the one left counting cars?

Is it time falling away?

Is it things you haven't done today?

It's the wine that makes me sad, not the good times that I've had

Or the thing I cannot change, like the time slips away

It's the wine that makes me sad

Such a silly thought

September leave the tree

Can't go to his own party

It's so easy

Than other girls form their factory

It doesn't hide for their bounty

Make me feel more like me

It's so easy

And other boy they can have their hair

Thinking what they were gone give them for free

Couldn't read their own paper pay

It's so easy

Standing up and not falling down

Nothing to do, nothing to figure out

Just put your feet firmly on the ground

It's that easy