Gowan - Laura

The dull parade, domestic scenne|She makes a meal of toast and beans today|The soaps play on her t.v. screen|A mundane way to wash her dreams away|And so she looks ahead another year|Terrified to see that she's still here||Laura lives the straight life|She plays the good wife at home|But Laura thinks there's more to this life|Wants to make a dream of her own||She holds her book on Paul Gauguin|And sees herself paint distant lands someday|She wonders how the day would look|If this dreay vail was torn away|If one night he should stumble through the door|To find she doesn't live here anymore||Laura lives the straight life|She plays the good wife at home|But Laura thinks there's more to this life|Wants to make a dream of her own||In some warm exotic place|She'll dance naked to the waist|Paint reclining dark skinned men|Seduce them now and then|Oh, Laura||One lonely, yellow, autumn leaf|Clings to a barren tree today|She racks the dishes up to driy|And through the window sees it fly away|Then she smiles to know that she'll be going soon|But today her only trip's the laundry room||Laura lives the straight life|She plays the good wife at home|But Laura thinks there's more to this life|Wants to make a dream of her own|Oh Laura thinks there's more to this life|Wants to make a dream of her own|

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