Anyone's husband's better than the one you got at home
You set up traps to lure him,
Your neckline over-low,
You made his bed, admired his threads,
And told him lies galore.
And then one day you got him securely
In your grip; the race had run you'd got
The bum and now here comes the trick.
The guy next door's miles better he's
Pretty good with wood, he's got a card
He hands 'em out, best squeeze one
Down your bra.
He'll see you don't go lonely there'll
Be a message on your phone, anyone's
Husband's better than the one you got
You treat him like a lodger, like something
On your shoe, to scrape away, vapour spray
And fumigate the room. You didn't really want
Him it was just a flight-of-hate, you need a
House, you need a car, well, someone had
The guy next door is only one, there are
Others on your hook, droppers on your
Knickers to save time in a rush. Told him
Not to touch you, you wanna be alone,
Anyone's husband's better than the one
You got at home.
© Joseph G Dawson
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