How She Does It

Mornin comes, she wakes up fore its light
And starts another day in hell
Tryin to get her makeup right cause this time she cant tell em that she fell
Hes sleepin off another one so she tiptoes around
She dont make a sound
I dont know how she does it

One handed her a coffee cup
One to get the babies in the car
Cross your fingers, crank it up, hope and pray the piece of shitll start
Singing with the radio so she dont fall apart
Its just a broken heart
I dont know how she does it

Finally into town the old familiar red light shining in her eyes
Rolls the window down and whispers : how youre gonna take back your life
she usually makes a right to work but turns it to the left
I think she might head west