Bedsit Girl - Chris Spedding

She gets up every morning

Gets pushed around on the underground

She don’t make the kind of money

To live in the good part of town

Bedsit girl

She left home 'cause she couldn’t take the jive

Bedsit world

Working so hard, starts at nine, through to five

She’s so full of love she could burst

Nights are pretty bad but, you know, the weekends are the worst

Bedsit girl

Earls court’s a lonely place

Bedsit world

You can see it, you can feel it and it’s written on the woman’s face

Everybody got somewhere to go or something to do And everybody, oh yeah, always seems to be passing through

Bedsit girl

Watching TV, yeah, she’s just sittin' in a Bedsit world

Reading magazines, waiting for the phone

Bedsit girl

Just sittin' pretty and it’s such a pity in a Bedsit world

Mmm, but he ain’t at home, come on now

Bedsit girl

Get up, get out, find out what its all about