Look your bully hubby in the eye
Tell him he's the thorniest thug
You married due to a lie
You thought would forever give you a hug.
Hug your besotted blonde
Till your breath you hear no more
Thank on her behalf God
That she's built your love folklore.
Get up and scram from that bed
Where you don't belong
Clear your dead head
To cruise back home and sing a forgiveness song.
Spend not a dime more
Instead hand over your payslip
To your home affairs minister you bore
With promises and pledges you won't keep.
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