In the Morning Lyrics

	(difford/tilbrook)
	In the morning
	It is raining
	And umbrellas block the pavement
	In the caf?People waking
	With a cigarette and coffee
	And she sits there with her paper
	Half asleep into a picture
	In the morning
	In the morning
	It's all over
	That's another night of business
	With the punters
	On the corner
	Of estates around the river
	And she adds up all the takings
	Hid behind her wilting paper
	In the morning
	In the morning
	Soaked in bath oil
	Dressed in pink towels
	And a sweater
	Looking out at all the people
	Walking under their umbrellas
	In the morning
	There's a feeling
	Of resentment and expectance
	It's a fear that comes with working
	On the dark streets for a living
	She's attending
	To her wet hair
	At the window in the evening
	Getting ready in a short skirt
	With her stockings around her ankles
	It's a flame that gets attention
	In a darkness without light
	And the children need a cuddle
	As she walks into the light
	Of the morning

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