Claire

Claire
The woman who lives down the stairs
It’s easy to see when she’s there
She leaves the light on in the hall where
The carpets and cupboards are bare
If she has anything to declare
She never speaks to me at all
So I won’t go asking for a miracle
I’m only going through with a dare
Come on Claire
Claire
There’s something the two of us share
Shakin' our fists in the air
Wailing against everything in sight
It’s not fair
Suffer and nobody cares
Cryin' alone in your chair
The same as I do every night
And if you keep it up just to be dutiful
You know its gonna drive you spare
So come on Claire
Come on Claire
Come on Claire
I know that your husband’s in there
Did you tell him about the affair
I saw his Volvo in the lane I could swear
He’ll be grabbing a hold of your hair
Where the passion is raw as it’s rare
But I’ll bet you’re driving him insane again
And does he tell you that you still look beautiful
In the mini-skirt you used to wear?
Oh come on Claire
Come on Claire
Come on Claire
Come on Claire
Oh come on Claire
Oh come on Claire
Come on Claire