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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 their Hotpoints to rust in their kitchenettes And they're saving their labors 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 laborers' wives Perhaps they'll reacquire those things They've all disposed of. Aus Songtexte Mania