How She Does It - Allison Moorer

Mornin' comes, she wakes up fore it’s light

And starts another day in hell

Tryin' to get her makeup right cause this time she can’t tell 'em that she fell

He’s sleepin' off another one so she tiptoes around

She don’t make a sound

I don’t know how she does it One hand around a coffee cup

And one to get the babies in the car

Cross your fingers, crank it up, hope and pray the piece of shit’ll start

Singing with the radio so she don’t fall apart

It’s just a broken heart

I don’t know how she does it Finally into town the old familiar red light shining in her eyes

Rolls the window down and whispers, how you gonna take back your life

She usually makes a right to work but turns it to the left

I think she might head west