She comes and she goes

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 this 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 this is her lot

A home becomes her own

Your home becomes her own