Another Day - Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney

Every day she takes a 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,

dripping in the pocket of her raincoat.

It’s 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.

It’s just another day.

Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.

Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.

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Alone in her apartment she’d dwell

till 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 five,

people gather round her and she finds it hard to stay alive.

It’s just another day.

Du, du, du, du, du, du,…

So sad, so sad,…

Every day she takes a morning,…

Slipping into stockings,…

Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.

Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.

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