Aching

I woke up from a long day, wanting to rest my feet

Cause it's feeling sore, standing up all-day

At the cash register in the store

But I know I got more work to do

Wash the dishes, feed the kids, prepare your food

Well I wanna vacate, cause a vacation has never been a part of my day

I wanna be treated like a queen, but you look at me as your maid

I see a number that I don't recognize, on your caller ID display

Is she is or isn't she ain't your baby

Questions I get ignored, but your answer's are shady, baby

Can you tell that my soul is aching?