The Good Girls

she makes her bed first thing in the morning
 so she won't crawl back in
 she drinks her second cup of coffee
 'cause it's the only available sin
 she falls asleep on the subway
 she feels like alice in the rabbit hole
 she wakes up with a start
 with an aching in her heart
 she says they've got my mind and body
 but they can't take my soul
 they're making gold out of the good girls like me
 they're making dollars out of all our fantasies
 they're making bundles of cash
 from the trash that we read/think we need/tapes & cd's
 making gold out of the good girls like me
 she chooses shoes from the desk drawer
 flips the switch on the power strip
 she plays a hand of cyber solitaire
 it's not as good as a vegas trip
 everybody's talking weekend
 the one that passed and the one to come
 she's got her self esteem
 and the american dream
 but her chances of advancing
 are ten thousand to one
 they're making gold out of the good girls...
 my mother didn't go to work
 she stayed at home and she never got paid
 now i do double time
 i'm slaving six to nine
 i'm so tired at night
 i think i've got it made
 she goes out shopping on her lunch time
 she wants to look like a partial success
 she's searching for a ray of sunshine
 in the lining of a thirty dollar dress
 she returns to the office
 she's got a headache that just won't quit
 she says i work so hard to get my house with a yard
 but sometimes i wonder why do i do any of it