Squeeze Follow

In the morning, it is raining
And umbrellas block the pavement
In the cafe, people waking
With a cigarette and coffee

And she sits there with her paper
Half asleep into a picture
In the morning, in the morning, it's all over
That's another night of business with the punters

On the corner of estates around the river
And she adds up all the takings
Hid behind her wilting paper
In the morning

In the morning, soaked in bath oil
Dressed in pink towels and a sweater
Looking out at all the people
Walking under their umbrellas

In the morning, there's a feeling
Of resentment and expectance
Its a fear that comes with working
On the dark streets for a living

Shes attending to her wet hair
At the window in the evening
Getting ready in a short skirt
With her stockings around her ankles

It's a flame that gets attention
In a darkness without light
And the children need a cuddle
As she walks into the light of the morning