THE OTHER WOMAN

THE OTHER WOMAN

The other woman is always there

Like a spectre in the ether, in the air

Oh of course he'll deny

He'll tell you anything but it's a lie

I've never met her but her I despise

I'm tired of the fabrications tired of crying

I've watched him for her preening

And going out smiles gleaming

But those smiles are not for me

I'm just the one who washes his shirts see

I've had all the problems and his fears

I've been the shoulder to cry on and soothe his tears

I'm not his lover he uses me like his mum

Instead he prefers the other woman to have fun

My only consolation is of her he'll tire

She has a shelf life and she will expire

I am her other woman then

For then the  texts, messages she'll send

He'll smile and preen for me it's a routine

Sick with guilt so for a moment he'll treat me like a queen

Till it begins again with another woman in a while

Meanwhile I'll have her fun and his smiles

For I am her other woman

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