She used to be a wife to me
Fulfilling the lust of my dreams
Her belly grew from love of my seed
Now blond hair with green eyes a glow
Barely now twelve months in the wind
One more angel, blessed again
Though not tied, you would think they were twins
Wherever one went a second blended like a shadow
I should have known their Mother would roam
Into the bed of many my heart suffered such pain
Working too much if you’re married to a slut
This disaster is not a good home in the making
Your Angels get used as bait to make your heart-break
From deep in your Soul your heart and mind can’t take it
Not caring that for lust your family home she is destroying
Men, divorce is no one’s friend do not play it like a fiddle
Not just your heart, your children always lose in the end
Son, be careful what she is when you say you wish to get hitched
Easily spread legs not always one you should consider marriage
