8 Hour Days Ethel Cain

[Verse 1]
Beauty is everything
But no man will ever know what that means
Only the woman who’s holding his hand
Will ever know the pit that grows inside of that man

[Pre-Chorus]
He likes his clothes black, dinner packed, 8 hour days and nights away from her
Same place, saving face for him

[Chorus]
I feel like a preacher’s wife
Slaving every day and night
Making sure that he looks nice
For his children that I don’t share

[Vocalisation]

[Verse 2]
Beauty is everything
Even when it takes the piss from me
Even when he takes what he thinks is his inside me
I am beautiful and I am free
I am free

[Chorus]
I feel like a preacher’s wife
Crying waiting up all night
But I’ll carry him and Jesus Christ
As long as he comes home to me