Sam Fender - Greasy Spoon

Sickly sweet candied meat
in a fragrant greasy spoon.
Knock back black coffee,
work until the afternoon.

She hardly sleeps,
She hardly eats,
She hardly breathes
when you’re in her breathing space.

Cat calling, white van patrolling
the streets as she walks from work.
Rip hard and jeer from afar
as he sits with a drooling smirk.

She hardly sleeps,
She hardly eats,
She hardly breathes
when you’re in her breathing space.

She brushes it off,
Like she always does.
Drops through the subway,
Disappears with the flood.

I am a woman,
I am a woman,
I am a woman,
I am a woman.

She comes home, I hear her moan,
the walls are paper thin.
His friends come round, they pass her round,
her head goes round the bend.

She hardly sleeps,
She hardly eats,
She hardly breathes
when you’re in her breathing space.

She brushes it off,
Like she always does.
Puts on her makeup,
Faces the day.

And she hardly sleeps,
She hardly eats,
She hardly breathes
when you’re in her breathing space.

I am a woman,
I am a woman,
I am a woman,
I am a woman.

I am your mother,
I am your sister,
I am your daughter.

I am a woman.