She's got three kids, no husband
And she's two weeks late on last months rent
She's waiting on the child support
And he keeps swearing that it's coming
But if she knows him, she knows where it went
And that pile of bills ain't gonna pay themselves
It's been a forty hour week and it's only Tuesday
And there's homework and dinner to make
Somebody wants a lullaby
Somebody wants a different channel
Somebody's dealing with their first heartbreak
And the dishes in the sink ain't gonna wash themselves
She lights a cigarette out on the balcony
When she gets a couple minutes to herself
There's how you planned it out and how it turns out to be
And a broken home, it ain't no fairytale
She's got three kids, no husband
And a hairnet job at a diner on Main
She knows damn well she don't make the best cup of coffee
But she's quick with a smile and good with names
Those lunch tickets ain't gonna tip themselves
She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock
And tries not to pick the polish off her nails
She thinks about a guy who's been coming in a lot
She starts to dream and then she stops herself
She's got three kids, no husband
So she's a mom and a dad and a taxi driver
(G)
Cause those kids ain't gonna raise themselves