My words can smother
That I'm the other
Is she your lover?
Or only your mother
There cannot be another
Under the cover
Of our love
From God above
Or words fly as a dove
Away they shove
You away
Going home to her
Now everyday
As you were
Stiff, proper, grown up, adult
You won't help it as the fault
Of all our concerns that I can see
Is you say you're mine while you live with Marie!
