every day she takes her morning bath, she wets her hair,
wraps a towel around her, as she's heading for the bedroom chair,
it's just another day.
slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes,
dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
it's just another day.

at the office world the papers grows, she takes a break,
drinks another coffee, and she finds it hard to stay awake.
it's just another day.
it's just another day.
it's just another day.

so sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad.
alone in an apartment she dwells, 
'til the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
ah, stay, don't stand her up, 
and he comes and he stays, but he leaves the next day...
so sad, sometimes she feels so sad.

as she posts another letter to the sound of fire,
people gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay alive.
it's just another day.
it's just another day.
it's just another day.

so sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad.
alone in an apartment she dwells, 
'til the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
ah, stay, don't stand her up, 
and he comes and he stays, but he leaves the next day...
so sad, sometimes she feels so sad.

every day she takes her morning bath, she wets her hair,
wraps a towel around her, as she's heading for the bedroom chair.
it's just another day.
slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes,
dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
it's just another day.