Olivia Mucha - Bernice Lyrics

Items on conveyer belts, I remember how it felt
To work there, but I can't recall much more
I'd ring up the milk and eggs, with a smile and tired legs
From standing on that concrete floor

That won't be life no more
Oh I won't be standing on the concrete floor
I close my brain and I lock the door
Oh that won't be my life no more

Like Cleopatra I won't walk, I'll be carried on four strong shoulder tops
Oh a platform, a human moving stage
My feet will never touch the ground, oh I'll be the toast of the town
Oh a princess, no a queen because of my age

That won't be life no more
Oh I won't be standing on the concrete floor
I close my brain and I lock the door
Oh that won't be my life no more

Though sometimes it gets lonely
I can wake up when I please
Noone to tell me when to go home
Someone else's aching knees
Someone else's aching knees
Someone else's aching knees