She sat whispering to herself
In the corner of the room
By the fag machine with an empty glass
And an ash try nearly full
I ordered another beer, I rolled another fag
And wondered if she was mad or sad or bad
Or had she simply had enough
Had she simply had enough
She sat whispering to herself
And no one seemed to notice
And she kept staring at her cigarette
With the sad eyes inner torment
I ordered another beer and rolled another fag
I wondered if she was mad
Or sad or bad or had she simply had enough
Had she simply had enough