When she fell in love with her first boy, she was only just thirteen She never had another look, this one could buy her dreams So she signed away her life at sixteen The first kid came in just a year, a son, she called him john A second, then a third came soon, now her youthful looks had gone Tired of life and living at nineteen No hope for what's to come, just a few broken dreams Each day seemed the same as the last This feeling that life's flashing past, what should she do? In years still young in mind, so old she knew something must give It's easy to say 'get out, get out!' when there's nowhere else to live And no-one left to turn to, nowhere to go And so she laboured on for years, each day the same as the last Washing, ironing, cooking meals, for her the die was cast Spent her time imprisoned on the ninth floor And her old man never came home much anymore "Where have they gone, all my dreams? The hopes that I had at thirteen? - I want to live..."
