Born and raised in wilderness
   Of suburban shops and schools
   How she tried and tried to be satisfied
   With a job on the typing pool
   She hated the smell of carbon paper
   The office so smoky and dry
   How she longed for the day she would make her get away
   And say her last goodbye
  
   Bows and bangles on her fingers
   And silver bells on her toes
   That lady has music where she wonders
   That lady has music where she goes
  
   Married a guy with prospects
   And so became his wife
   And that my friend is the end of the story
   'Cos that was the rest of his life
   She could have been a movie star
   She could have made the scene
   Right or wrong she still hangs on
   Each night to her favourite dream
  
   Bows and bangles on her fingers
   And silver bells on her toes
   That lady has music where she wonders
   That lady has music where she goes