Alone in her home
Cleaning the floor
Washing the dishes
Wishing for more
Working all week
And then scrubbing her home
Hating her job
Selling blue cleaning-foam
One day, she decided
One day she would run
She would get on a plane
And go have some real fun
But now it was Sunday
The day of the week
With the same old routine
Although, yes, it was bleak