You ask how is this living
If I'm bored from dawn to dusk
And I'd said to take it steady
Now you're scowling in disgust
You want a man to make you happy
And a man to make you moan
You want those filthy little moments
With the cutesy stuff at home


She says "bring me back a lover
A one who I can call my own
And I will take him to my mother
And how him my family home"

[Chorus}
How is this living? (x4)


You take your sorry self to work
When you couldn't give a damn
Cause when you've got the money
It just slips straight through your hands
And now you're dolled up at the party
Hoping there's someone to meet
You are snatching and you're grabbing
You've got lace on underneath

She says "bring me back a lover
A one who I can call my own
And I will take him to my mother
And how him my family home"

"Bring me back a lover
A one who I can call my own
And I will take him to my mother
And how him my family home"

[Chorus}
How is this living? (x8)