Newspaper Wife Lyrics - Vonda Shepard

Sitting here in this dirty bar 

Watching the trash go by 

She's selling cigarettes and lollipops 

She's got a sparkle in her black eye 

She says, "Maybe my time will come 

Maybe my time will come" 

He said he'd sweep her off her feet 

Defying all of gravity 

Well she'd move to any bright city 

To fill this gaping cavity 

She says, "I'm a slave to this empty life 

Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife" 

He must have a very small broom 

As she sits in this very large room 

Maybe it's just a piece of straw 

She says, "Why am I so in awe?" 

I'm a slave to this empty life 

Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife 

I'm ashamed of this meaningless life 

Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife 

She sits across from him drinking her coffee 

His face is buried in other people's lives, she says 

"I wonder if he's gonna read forever 

Well I'm his newspaper wife" 

I'm a slave to this empty life 

Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife 

I'm ashamed of this meaningless life 

Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife 

I'm a slave it's my own downfall 

Diggin' my grave 

I'm ashamed of this meaningless life 

Diggin' my grave I'm his news 

Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife 

I'm a slave it's my own downfall