Sobre som... sobre nostalgia...

eu ouvia muito...
a sonoridade é adorável:

Every day she takes a morning bath s e wets her hair,Wraps a towel around her
As shes heading for the bedroom chair,
Its just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, its just another day.
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake,

So sad,
so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment shed dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.

Its just another day.