Cindy Tells Me

Cindy tells me, the rich girls are leaving,

Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone

And now they're so confused

By their new freedoms.

 

And she tells me

They're selling up their maisonettes

Left their Hotpoints to rust in their kitchenettes

And they're saving their labours for insane reading.

 

Some of them lose -- and some of them lose,

But that's what they want --

And that's what they choose.

It's a burden --

such a burden

Oh what a burden to be so relied on.

 

Cindy tells me,

What will they do with their lives?

Living quietly -- like labourers' wives...

Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things

They've all disposed of.

Songtext: Eno, Brian