Thats a sad look in your dark eye
Theres a glance that I don’t see
As you take off your pink dress
And slowly undress me.

Thats cigarette ash on your small breast
Thats lipstick on your wine glass
And the sunshine in the window
means its time to leave.

Thats goodbye on my cellphone
Those are tears on my tissue
And the words are a church hymn
Not a song to sing.

You will forgot me, that I promise
While i wait here at the bus stop
And count the coins you gave me
when you wanted me to go.

And so your husband knows all-about-me
And so, what about it!
I thought that you loved me
You told me many times.

So now, so cold, its over
Last words said and I
Delete your number
And don’t say goodbye.