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    The document is a song describing a woman who has devoted her life to being a wife and mother. She helps out at her husband's store during the holidays, picks up her kids from school, and does household chores. However, she feels constrained by her responsibilities and wonders what life would have been like if she had pursued her own dreams and identity instead of marrying and having kids so young. While she loves her family, a part of her regrets not having the time to discover who she is independently.

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    The document is a song describing a woman who has devoted her life to being a wife and mother. She helps out at her husband's store during the holidays, picks up her kids from school, and does household chores. However, she feels constrained by her responsibilities and wonders what life would have been like if she had pursued her own dreams and identity instead of marrying and having kids so young. While she loves her family, a part of her regrets not having the time to discover who she is independently.

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    SANDRA

    Barry Manilow

    She's a great little housewife Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
    Though sometimes she talks like a fool Now it's seldom if ever they go
    But she helps at the store in the holiday rush Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin'
    And she picks up the kids after school the car
    And she puts down the phone when her There's no money left for the show
    husband comes home She was doing the dishes
    And she changes from mother to wife When a glass fell and broke on the tile
    'Til she feels the words hanging between And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
    them It was real touch and go for a while
    And she hangs by her words to her life
    She says Oh God I love my husband and I
    She says, I swear I love my husband, I love love my kids
    my kids You know I wanted to be like my, my
    I wanted to be like my mother mother
    But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
    Oh there might have been time to be me Oh there might have been time to be me
    For myself, for myself For myself, for myself
    There's so many things that she wishes There's so many things that she wishes
    She don't even know what she's missin' She don't even know what she's missin'
    And that's how she knows that she missed And that's how she knows that she missed

    She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody


    It's hard to get through to her then
    Depressed for a while when the youngest
    was born
    Oh but that happens now and again
    She might take a drink with the housework
    Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
    A Martini or two before dinner
    But she always knows when to stop

    She says I swear I love my husband and I


    love my kids
    You know I wanted to be like my mother
    But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
    Oh there might have been time to be me
    For myself, for myself
    There's so many things that she wishes
    She don't even know what she's missin'
    And that's how she knows that she missed

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