Fine Feathers

Fine feathers, seen heavy weather
You keep hoping that she'll look your way
Club (?) ladies, monday's dailies
Looks your way but she's not watching you

High hopes, tightropes
Why you've never asked her I don't know
Lay drinking, always thinking
When she finishes where does she go?

Home to her husband and her child
So you've been told
Home, home to a family life as a wife

Keep trying, not denying
There is anything to make you stay
One woman in a million
Ain't got nothing more than most to say

Home to her husband and her child
So you've been told
Home, home to a family life as a wife

Fine feathers, seen heavy weather
You keep hoping that she'll look your way
Club (?) ladies, monday's dailies
Looks your way but she's not watching you