The Wife
Her husband's being quite quiet of late,
He must be keeping a secret, she thought.
'Can you spill it already, happy mate?'
Hoping with it she would not be distraught.
He must be keeping a secret, she thought.
He looked at her but could not meet her eyes,
Hoping with it she would not be distraught.
'I've got a little son, to my surprise.'
He looked at her but could not meet her eyes.
'Thus, you thought that you would be forgiven?'
'I've got a little son, to my surprise.'
'No kids, but with your wife, you weren't driven.'
'Thus, you thought that you would be forgiven?'
He said, 'Quite strange but I feel no remorse.'
'No kids, but with your wife, you weren't driven.'
'That makes more sense, we would have to divorce.'
'It is quite strange, but I feel no remorse.'
'So you wouldn't fight for your wife,' she said.
'That makes more sense, we would have to divorce.'
Packing her bags, out of the house she sped.
'So you wouldn't fight for your wife,' she said.
She slapped him angrily before she went.
Packing her bags, out of the house she sped.
'Good luck with that slut!' she felt really spent.
She slapped him angrily before she went,
Remembering her mood earlier on,
'Good luck with that slut!' she felt really spent.
A curse she had ever noticed upon.
Remembering her mood earlier on:
'Can you spill it already, happy mate?'
A curse she had ever noticed upon
Her husband's being quite quiet of late.