Testo Greasy Spoon

Sickly sweet, candied beet
In a fragrant greasy spoon
Knock back black coffee
Working 'til the afternoon

She hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space

Cat call and white van patrol
In the streets as she walks from work
Grip hard and jeer from afar
As he sits with a drooling smirk

She hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space

She brushes it off
Like she always does
Jogs through the subway Disappears with a flood

I am a woman
And I am a woman
I am a woman
I am a woman

She comes over, hear her moan
The walls are paper thin
Friends come over, they pass her round
It echoes round the bend

She hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space

She brushes it off
Like she always does
Puts on her makeup
Passes her day

As she hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space

I am a woman
And I am a woman
I am a woman
And I am a woman
And I am your mother
I am your sister
And I am your daughter
I am a woman