My name is Amelia, I used to be a pretty girl Got married cause it was time No reason I finished school He didn't know how to be kind I just took it on the chin Never did learn to fight him Gave up everything to him Now the kids are all long gone Busy and far away Never found much for myself out there So it's here I stay But I've got a little money I'm here to run this home Too old to spend it now It's just a little something of my own This is my story like so many girls before Just another story that doesn't matter anymore Ah, there's a pretty little girl I see from time to time Got her picture here next to me, seeing myself in her sometimes She hold on know what is hers She's got nothing she needs to hide She gives it away when she wants to And just wanna know how it was to fight The world outside the room Is a place she calls her own My story is almost over Hers has just begun I support a few dollars When nobody can see A little something of my own For that sweet girl for me This is my story like so many girls before Just another story that doesn't matter anymore My story is almost over Hers has just begun She's telling it to everyone