To back your plan instead
The wife who waits back at the house
That virgin forest you chopped down
Quick before she’s dead
I’ll tell your wife you bribed them 'round
She doesn’t know that you’re a louse
That’s not the man she wed
The throats you cut, the vows you break
Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint
She thought she’d turn you to a saint
That’s why, she’ll take a gin or three
You pour on in the place of charm
With housework, kids, and all that stuff
The heel that you turned out to be
To drive doubts from her head
She doesn’t know the deals you make
You’re out there with some bit of fluff
Cruising on the Med
While she’s working hard enough
She thought the leopard’s spots were paint
Just like the man she wed
Steering her into bed
But perhaps she doesn’t want to see
She must still think you’re Mr. Clean
To buy up some old lady’s stake
Should I betray you to your spouse?
To build another ugly town
She doesn’t see your oily smarm
When you’ve got some shopgirl by the arm
