Holidays — Roches, The

She's the kind of girl who pays for herself And the money don't come rolling in Been living here outside of fifteen years Say how do you do where does she begin

Those lollipop eyes No longer surprised Still willing to try

Worried she'll get to be As big as a house Her apartment is small She's got to stay the size of a mouse

Walking around The old neighborhood There were several wiseguys She'd do over if she could

Please no more lies Warm september skies Still willing to try But the holidays Holidays are hard

Sun's so bright She pulls the shade Puts a dinky dinner in It's factory made

She bought the book How to help yourself Climb up on the chair girl And take it down from the shelf

Cracks open a smile Ain't she got style Still willing to try

But the holidays Holidays are hard