Brian Eno - Cindy Tells Me

Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping, 
Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone 
And now they're so confused by their new freedoms.
And she tells me, they're selling up their maisonettes
Left their Hotpoints to rust in their kitchenettes 
And they're saving their labours for insane reading.

Some of them lose and some of them lose, 
But that's what they want and that's what they choose. 
It's a burden, such a burden 
Oh what a burden to be so relied on.

Some of them lose and some of them lose, 
But that's what they want and that's what they choose. 
It's a burden, such a burden 
Oh what a burden to be so relied on.

Cindy tells me, what will they do with their lives? 
Living quietly like labourers' wives... 
Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of.