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