| C | Am | C | Am | C | Am | D | G |
| verse: |
| |: C Am |
| Cindy tells me the rich girls are weeping |
| C | Am | |
| Cindy tell | s me they've given off | sleeping alone |
| C Am D G :| |
| and now they're so confused by their new freedoms |
| and she tells me they're selling off their maisonettes |
| left the Hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes |
| and they're saving their labor for insane reading |
| Chorus: |
| C | D | A | |
| Some of them | lose and some of them | loose |
| C | D | A | |
| But that's what they wa | nt and that's what they | choose |
| F | G | D | |
| It's a bur | den, | such a burden |
| C | D | A | |
| Oh what a | burden to be so rel | ied on |
| (instrumental verse) |
| (repeat chorus) |
| (1/2 instrumental verse) |
| Cindy tell me what will they do with their lives |
| living quietly like laborer's wives |
| Perhaps they'll reacquire those things they've all disposed of |
| F | G | F | G | F | G | A |
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| Steve Nicholson, 74431.40@compuserve.com |