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.

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.