She closes her book   And before getting up   Checks her lipstick in the reflection   And getting off   Steps aside   A feint, her gait in a shop front pane   Ah, the pain of choice   Well, it wouldn't be for any lack of time or money   It's really nothing for her to pay   Because by her watch darling   It's already half passed a lifestyle made      A different eye dilates   And having taken a look   Notes the part in a play of prediction   It's making her laugh   She tries to stop   She might do something silly   Ah, the pain of choice   Uncertain and not for a lack of a mind that's doubting   But to a world, well, what would you say?   That finding anything only ever seems   Half a reason to stay?      Oh, for God's sake   I'll buy her a watch   Darling, she’s already half passed a lifetime saved   And runs late enough without having to lament   About it, oh, yeah   She really shouldn't waste the same hours that you've had.