Cindy Tells Me

Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping 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 the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes And they're saving their labour 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 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 tell me, what will they do with their lives? Living quietly like labourer's wives Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of

Cindy me dice, las chicas ricas estan llorando Cindy me dice, se rindieron de dormir solas Y ahora estan confundidas por sus nuevas libertades Y ella me dice que estan vendiendo sus dúplex Las dejaron en la cocina Y estan ahorrando su labor por una lectura loca Algunas de ellas pierden y otras los pierden Pero eso es lo que ellas quieren y es lo que escogen Es una carga, que carga Oh que carga para depender de ella Algunas de ellas pierden y otras los pierden Pero eso es lo que ellas quieren y es lo que escogen Es una carga, que carga Oh que carga para depender de ella Cindy me dice, que harán con sus vidas? Viviendo calladamente como esposas Quizás ella obtengan aquellas cosas de las que se han despojado