Woman’s Work Joan Osborne

This is a story of babies of all ages
I'd write it down but it's gonna take a million pages

We do it all and then we do some more
This place would crumble if we walked away
I know that some of us are surely fools
To get the job done you need the tools

Well a man may work from sun to sun
But a woman's work is never done
I said a man may work from sun to sun
But a woman's work is never done

She was so modern
Thought nothing could enslave her
Then they convinced her
That only love could save her

They'll keep on using 'til they usе you up
You know they play you like a violin
It seems you fell into a tеnder trap
Into a place that wasn't on your map

Well a man may work from sun to sun
But a woman's work is never done
I said a man may work from sun to sun
But a woman's work is never done