Brandy Clark - Three Kids No Husband lyrics
[Brandy Clark - Three Kids No Husband lyrics]
She's got three kids, no husband
And she's two weeks late on last month's 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 40 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 plan 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
When the baby's sick, she's an up-all-nighter
A hand on a shoulder and a referee
A real life hero if you ask me
'Cause those kids ain't
Gonna raise themselves
And she's two weeks late on last month's 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 40 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 plan 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
When the baby's sick, she's an up-all-nighter
A hand on a shoulder and a referee
A real life hero if you ask me
'Cause those kids ain't
Gonna raise themselves