Over worked and underpaid
The husband carries on his trade
Working hard nine to five
A corporate example of the middle cla** staying alive
Safe at home his lovely wife
With whom he shared a simple life
Suddenly finds she's needing more
Longing for the love that died so many years before
She was seventeen, he was twenty one
A virgin till the day that she was married young
So incomplete
Break for the street
Oh break for the street
Oh break for the street
And so she runs into the night
Believing all that once was right
Trying hard to understand
She finds herself collapsing in the arms of another man
She was thirty six and he was twenty one
Before it began it was over and done
So incomplete
Break for the street
Oh break for the street
Oh break for the street
Break for the street
Oh break for the street
Oh break for the street
Oh break for the street
Oh break for the street
Break for it