Intro verse 1 Looking through their windows Peering through lace curtains All the little la----dies With grey-hair hat-pinned heads Watching people they know who don't understand That they're living their lonely lives second-hand Even second-hand's better than none verse 2 Spreading all the gossip Baking cakes for teatime All the little la----dies With lonely single beds Watching children they know as they jump and play Trying giving them sweets but they run away Even naughty boys' better than none verse 3 Sunday lunch is coming In a van of kindness All the little la----dies With no friends but the dead Watching doctor they know, as he takes their pulse Trying giving a smile, for there's nothing else Even this sad life's better than none