It's Raining Men
Dry your eyes, the sun has set
All the twittering birds have flown to roost
Your mother has her rooms to let
Men traipse in, boots streaked with mud
Raining empty promises in her bed
Dry your eyes, the sun has set
She sends them all away
But her doors she flings wide
Your mother has her rooms to let
All night they march
Up and back the steps beside your bedroom
Dry your eyes, the sun has set
The lanterns lit with flickering flames
Hissing above ripped bouncing hats
Your mother has her rooms to let
Father left mother and the house,
Dry your eyes, the sun has set
Your mother has her rooms to let
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