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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