Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
At 7:32 she's tearing her hair out
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
She never knows what she wants
It's because she has too many sweaters, shirts and panties
Socks, shoes and pants
Coats, backless tops and tank tops
Scarves, swimsuits and leggings
She feels her legs giving way
At 8:07 she lies down on the floor
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
Arms spread wide, eyes up
She just heard the weather forecast
That says "neither cold nor hot
Today it'll be mixed"
Clearly, she's not helped
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
At 8:25 she pulls herself together
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
Decides to dress in gray
But she has too many gray sweaters, shirts and panties
Gray socks, shoes and pants
Coats, backless tops and tank tops
Gray dresses and suits
Gray scarves, swimsuits and leggings
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
Between pants and a polka-dot skirt
She prefers the skirt, but if she gets cold
With a cardigan, well why not?
That she's ready, she's put on stockings
Elizabeth in the dresser mirror
At 9:32 she can't believe her eyes
Elizabeth in the dresser mirror
She sees a stain on her blue cardigan
She takes off her cardigan, her skirt and her stockings
With anything else, it won't work
She puts on the gray pants that were waiting there
Only the top left, then she promises she'll go
But she has too many sweaters, shirts and V-necks
Long-sleeved tops, strappy tops and turtlenecks
Bodysuits, backless tops and tank tops
Shawls and suits
Capes, jackets, anoraks
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
At 9:50 she doesn't know what to do anymore
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
She can't find her green blouse anymore
She's sure it's clean, she washed it yesterday
A gift from her mother-in-law
She searches, she rummages, she gets mad and voilà!
She finds it balled up under a pile of clothes
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
At 10:00 she's ironing
Elizabeth in front of her wardrobe
The radio on, she hears
The 10 o'clock news announced
Now Elizabeth is really
Late, she missed her bus
She drops her iron, her blouse
She grabs with her eyes closed
A tracksuit, sneakers, an apron
And leaves her house, all badly dressed