Ev'ry day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she's heading for the
bedroom chair
It's just another day
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It's just another day
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break
Drinks another coffe and she finds it hard to stay
awake
It's just another day
Du du du du du du, it's just another day
Du du du du du du, it's just another day
Chorus
So sad, do sad
Sometimes she feels so sad
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell
Till the man of her dreams come to break the spell
Ah, stay, don't stand her up
And he comes and he stays but he leaves the next day
So sad
Sometimes she feels so sad
As she posts another letter to the sound of five
People gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay
alive
Du du du du du du, it's just another day
Du du du du du du, it's just another day
Chorus
Ev'ry day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she's heading for the
bedroom chair
It's just another day
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It's just another day
Du du du du du du, it's just another day
Du du du du du du, it's just another day
Another wistful melidic snapshot of a single woman, of many crafted by master songster McCartney at his artistic height. We are simply curious voyeurs looking into the life-window of a simple English working woman, shuffling through her life, without meaningful emotional connection. Poignant portraits like this were one of McCartney's specialties.