On the Shelf

She's been left on the shelf
But don't go think she's broken-hearted
Although she lives by herself
She's doesn't bother with tears

In the morning she will fry the kipper, mash the tea
look through the window and wish that she had company
but nevertheless she gets by on her own
There's just one chair underneath the table
She eats her breakfast alone
And she doesn't bother with tears.
People gossip and they say
that happiness is passing her by
She's quite happy in her own small way
although she tends to sigh a little

She's been left on the shelf
But don't go guessing she's broken-hearted
Although she lives by herself
She's got no time for tears

in the afternoon she walks in the park, looks at the trees
Sniffs the lilies and she wishes she'd got company
But nevertheless she gets by on her own
Feeds the ducks from the same old paper bag
She walks home alone
And she doesn't bother with tears
People gossip and they say
that happiness is passing her by, goodbye
She's quite happy in her own small way
although she tends to sigh a little

She's been left on the shelf
But don't go reckon she's broken-hearted
Although she lives by herself
She's got no need for tears

In the evening she will watch her telly regularly
Sip her Guinness and wish that she had company
But nevertheless, she gets by on her own
Talks in her sleep to her hot water bottle
She, she wakes up alone,
but she doesn't bother with tears
No need to bother with tears
Why should she bother with tears