Holidays Lyrics - The Roches

She's the kind of girl who pays for herself 

And the money don't come rolling in 

Been living here outside of fifteen years 

Say how do you do, where does she begin? 

Those lollipop eyes 

No longer surprised 

Still willing to try 

Worried she'll get to be 

As big as a house 

Her apartment is small 

She's got to stay the size of a mouse 

Walking around 

The old neighborhood 

There were several wise guys 

She'd do over if she could 

Please no more lies 

Warm September skies 

Still willing to try 

But the holidays, holidays are hard 

Sun's so bright 

She pulls the shade 

Puts a dinky dinner in 

It's factory made 

She bought the book 

How to help yourself 

Climb up on the chair, girl 

And take it down from the shelf 

Cracks open a smile 

Ain't she got style 

Still willing to try 

But the holidays, holidays are hard