Here comes the thunder
And here comes the fear
Another year she wonders
'Why am I still here?'

'Oh, boys will be boys', she thinks
What will ever come of this?
I've tried so hard to make this work
But nothing ever seems to fit

So many explanations
So little resolve
A shudder at the slightest inkling
That you should get involved

'Oh, but I'm alright', she cried
'I just feel a little compromised
When I was a little girl
I never had to try'

Is that all you want?
Is that all you need?
Look at all these things we own
Look at all these things we own
You know these things don't make a home

(Is that all you want?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all you need?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all?)
You know these things don't make a home

Here comes the thunder
And here comes the fear
Another year he wonders
Why is she still here?

Oh but girls will be girls, he thinks
(Girls will be girls)
What will ever come of this?
We've tried so hard to make this work
But nothing ever seems to fit

(Is that all you want? Is that all you need?)
Look at all these things we own
Look at all these things we own
You know these things don't make a home

(Is that all you want?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all you need?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all?)
You know these things don't make a home

(Is that all you want?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all you need?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all?)
You know these things don't make a home

(Is that all you want?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all you need?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all?)
You know these things don't make a home

(Is that all you want?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all you need?)
Look at all these things we own
(Is that all?)
You know these things don't make a home