Woman's World - Squeeze

The crown of the kingdom is given to the woman

The kingdom of the kitchen where she says she shouldn’t

There on the stainless steel her cigarettes and matches

Whistles to the radio to every hook she catches

But the frowns

Eider downs

Tie her down

But she likes to wear the crown of the kingdom

She like the recipes a touch of oriental

Steaming up the windows burning egg on metal

Sees in a catalogue a shiny new appliance

Another role swallowed by the wonders of science

Lobster hands

Omelette pans

Understand

How the crown can stick like jam in her kingdom

He’s been so busy and she’s been neglected

The problem is computed and always it’s rejected

Out of her heart I catch a spark

And being smart

The crown is left out in the dark now there’s no kingdom

Fed up with the glory she abdicates her title

Sitting at a bar stool she gives her day’s recital

The family watch in horror

As she staggers up the hallway

Makes herself a sandwich

As they’re looking through the doorway

She goes to bed

Leg by leg

Nothing’s said

There’s no crown upon her head there’s no kingdom

Press the button on the toaster

It’s a woman’s world

Tuck the sheets in on the bed

It’s a woman’s world

Take your apron from your holster

It’s a woman’s world

Shoot the crown off of your head

It’s a woman’s world