She comes and she goes
She travels in whispers
She's known by her name, not by her face
The lady that cleans up the place
She visits your life on mondays and thursdays
But not on a birthday, when the family is there
She will take care of your ways
The lady that cleans up the place
She meets the remains
The books and the pictures
The shoes in the kitchen
You're all around
But she will be gone
The minute she's finished
The love she put in it
That's where she's found
Maybe it's strange
But this is the way Maria is living her life day to day
Maybe it's odd, but is is her lot
A home becomes her own
She comes and she goes, travels in whispers
Sure you will miss her, if you send her away
A silent goodbye
She's just a bit homesick
But knows that it won't stick
She will get by
Maybe it's strange
But this is the way Maria is living her life day to day
Maybe it's odd, but is is her lot
A home becomes her own
Your home becomes her own