Audra McDonald - The Glamorous Life lyrics
[Audra McDonald - The Glamorous Life lyrics]
Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives
Keep the house and sweep the parlor
Mend the clothes and tend the children
Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives
Make the beds and bake the pies
And wither on the vine not mine
Dying by inches every night
What a glamorous life! Brought on by winches
To recite what a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers never get the flowers
And ordinary mothers never get the joys
Ordinary mothers couldn't cough for hours
Maintaining their poise
Sandwiches only but she eats
What she wants when she wants
Sometimes it's lonely but she meets
Many handsome gallants
Ordinary mothers don't live out of cases
But ordinary mothers don't
Go different places
Which ordinary mothers can't do
Being mothers all day mine's away in a play
And she's realer than they
What if her brooch is only glass
And her costumes unravel?
What if her coach is second class?
She at least gets to travel
And sometime this summer, meaning soon
She'll be traveling to me!
Sometime this summer, maybe June
I'm the new place she'll see!
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
With ordinary mothers near them
When they choose
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter
Enclosing reviews!
Gay and resilient with applause
What a glamorous life!
Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's
What a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers needn't meet committees
But ordinary mothers don't get keys to cities
No, ordinary mothers merely see
Their children all year
Which is lovely, I hear
But it does interfere with the glamorous
I am the princess, guarded by dragons
Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
She's in her kingdom, wearing disguises
Living a life that is full of surprises
And sometime this summer
She'll come galloping over the green!
Sometime this summer
To the rescue, my mother the queen!
Ordinary mothers thrive on being private
And ordinary mothers somehow can survive it
But ordinary mothers never
Know they're just standing still
With the kettles to fill
While they're missing the thrill
Of the glamorous life!
Keep the house and sweep the parlor
Mend the clothes and tend the children
Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives
Make the beds and bake the pies
And wither on the vine not mine
Dying by inches every night
What a glamorous life! Brought on by winches
To recite what a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers never get the flowers
And ordinary mothers never get the joys
Ordinary mothers couldn't cough for hours
Maintaining their poise
Sandwiches only but she eats
What she wants when she wants
Sometimes it's lonely but she meets
Many handsome gallants
Ordinary mothers don't live out of cases
But ordinary mothers don't
Go different places
Which ordinary mothers can't do
Being mothers all day mine's away in a play
And she's realer than they
What if her brooch is only glass
And her costumes unravel?
What if her coach is second class?
She at least gets to travel
And sometime this summer, meaning soon
She'll be traveling to me!
Sometime this summer, maybe June
I'm the new place she'll see!
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
With ordinary mothers near them
When they choose
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter
Enclosing reviews!
Gay and resilient with applause
What a glamorous life!
Speeches are brilliant if they're Shaw's
What a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers needn't meet committees
But ordinary mothers don't get keys to cities
No, ordinary mothers merely see
Their children all year
Which is lovely, I hear
But it does interfere with the glamorous
I am the princess, guarded by dragons
Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
She's in her kingdom, wearing disguises
Living a life that is full of surprises
And sometime this summer
She'll come galloping over the green!
Sometime this summer
To the rescue, my mother the queen!
Ordinary mothers thrive on being private
And ordinary mothers somehow can survive it
But ordinary mothers never
Know they're just standing still
With the kettles to fill
While they're missing the thrill
Of the glamorous life!