She's the woman who sits and tending The flowers a-dressed so elegant So elegant, she does it all by herself And they say you can't do this alone But she'll show them all wrong As she prunes that rosemary In her perfectly lined gloves Oh, I love how women tend to beauty With such precision all around Though she sits alone, she never seems lonely Feeling beautiful is where she finds her home Some of them have been there all day long While others, still waking up They all seem to be singing something like "Sing a song, sing a song for me" You know it'll put a smile upon your face If you just take time out to smell the roses Oh, I love how women tend to beauty With such precision all around Though she sits alone, she never seems lonely Feeling beautiful is where she finds her home They don't mind, they don't mind They don't mind at all, oh baby They don't mind, they don'tmind They don't mind at all, oh baby