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[00:48.319]Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives
[00:53.185]Mop the floors and chop the parsley
[00:55.702]Mend the clothes and tend the children
[00:58.270]Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives
[01:03.241]Make the beds and bake the pies
[01:05.335]And wither on the vine
[01:09.073]Not mine
[01:15.315]Dying by inches every night
[01:18.698]What a glamorous life!
[01:22.636]Pulled on by winches to recite
[01:25.522]What a glamorous life!
[01:29.693]Ordinary mothers never get the flowers
[01:32.735]And ordinary mothers never know the joys
[01:36.341]But ordinary mothers couldn't cough for hours
[01:39.764]Maintaining their poise
[01:47.081]Sandwiches only
[01:49.152]But she eats what she wants, when she wants
[01:53.860]Sometimes it’s lonely
[01:56.438]But she meets many handsome gallants
[02:01.288]Ordinary mothers don't live out of cases
[02:04.413]But ordinary mothers don't go different places
[02:08.027]Which ordinary mothers can’t do, being mothers all day
[02:13.979]Mine's away in a play
[02:17.307]And she's realer than they...
[02:22.448]What if her brooch is only glass
[02:25.439]And her costumes unravel?
[02:29.100]What if her coach is second class?
[02:32.555]She at least gets to travel
[02:36.434]And sometime this summer, meaning soon
[02:40.290]She'll be traveling to me
[02:44.130]Sometime this summer, maybe June
[02:47.345]I'm the new place she'll see
[02:51.370]Ordinary daughters may think life is better
[02:54.500]With ordinary mothers near them when they choose
[02:57.878]But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter
[03:01.225]Enclosing reviews
[03:04.165]Gay and resilient with applause
[03:07.119]What a glamorous life!
[03:10.956]Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's
[03:14.158]What a glamorous life!
[03:17.710]Ordinary mothers needn’t meet committees
[03:20.811]But ordinary mothers don’t get keys to cities
[03:24.193]No, ordinary mothers merely see their children all year
[03:30.065]Which is lovely, I hear
[03:33.595]But it does interfere with the glamorous—
[03:41.857]I am the princess, guarded by dragons
[03:45.187]Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
[03:49.481]She's in her kingdom, wearing disguises
[03:53.223]Living a life that is full of surprises
[03:58.082]And sometime this summer
[04:00.479]She’ll come galloping over the green!
[04:05.366]Sometime this summer
[04:07.571]To the rescue, my mother the queen!
[04:12.483]Ordinary mothers thrive on being private
[04:15.544]But ordinary mothers somehow can survive it
[04:18.977]And ordinary mothers never know they're just standing still
[04:24.533]With the kettles to fill
[04:27.778]While they're missing the thrill of the glamorous life!

Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives
Mop the floors and chop the parsley
Mend the clothes and tend the children
Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives
Make the beds and bake the pies
And wither on the vine
Not mine
Dying by inches every night
What a glamorous life!
Pulled on by winches to recite
What a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers never get the flowers
And ordinary mothers never know the joys
But ordinary mothers couldn't cough for hours
Maintaining their poise
Sandwiches only
But she eats what she wants, when she wants
Sometimes it’s lonely
But she meets many handsome gallants
Ordinary mothers don't live out of cases
But ordinary mothers don't go different places
Which ordinary mothers can’t do, being mothers all day
Mine's away in a play
And she's realer than they...
What if her brooch is only glass
And her costumes unravel?
What if her coach is second class?
She at least gets to travel
And sometime this summer, meaning soon
She'll be traveling to me
Sometime this summer, maybe June
I'm the new place she'll see
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
With ordinary mothers near them when they choose
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter
Enclosing reviews
Gay and resilient with applause
What a glamorous life!
Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's
What a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers needn’t meet committees
But ordinary mothers don’t get keys to cities
No, ordinary mothers merely see their children all year
Which is lovely, I hear
But it does interfere with the glamorous—
I am the princess, guarded by dragons
Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
She's in her kingdom, wearing disguises
Living a life that is full of surprises
And sometime this summer
She’ll come galloping over the green!
Sometime this summer
To the rescue, my mother the queen!
Ordinary mothers thrive on being private
But ordinary mothers somehow can survive it
And ordinary mothers never know they're just standing still
With the kettles to fill
While they're missing the thrill of the glamorous life!