When she fell in love with her first boy, she was only just thirteen
She never had another look, this one could buy her dreams
So she signed away her life at sixteen
The first kid came in just a year, a son, she called him john
A second, then a third came soon, now her youthful looks had gone
Tired of life and living at nineteen
No hope for what's to come, just a few broken dreams
Each day seemed the same as the last
This feeling that life's flashing past, what should she do?
In years still young in mind, so old she knew something must give
It's easy to say 'get out, get out!' when there's nowhere else to live
And no-one left to turn to, nowhere to go
And so she laboured on for years, each day the same as the last
Washing, ironing, cooking meals, for her the die was cast
Spent her time imprisoned on the ninth floor
And her old man never came home much anymore
"Where have they gone, all my dreams?
The hopes that I had at thirteen? - I want to live..."