Settling

Why don't you settle for Malcolm,
He will make you safe,
He will give you security
In a warm suburban place,
(By the way dear, property's still cheap
In Sidcup or Watford).
Passions of the heart, dear,
They don't ever last, dear,
And you don't want to have to work
All the rest of your life;
Why don't you settle for Malcolm
And be a contented wife?

No, I am going away mother,
I will live by my wits,
For I know which way lies freedom
And where illusion sits,
And the dark is coming soon, mother
Which I can't forget.