Sam Fender Greasy Spoon
Sickly sweet, candied meat
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 calling white van patrolling
The streets as she walks from work
Rip hard and jeer from a far
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
Drops through the subway
Disappears with the flood
I am a woman
And I am a woman
I am a woman
I am a woman
She comes home, I hear her moan
The walls are paper thin
His friends come round, they pass her round
Her head goes 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
Faces the 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
