I am not perfect,
I was not meant to be,
that is what he expected me to be,
The Perfect Wife,
To do as he bid,
and
When I did not he would abuse me
when we went to our bed,
He beat me senseless black and blue,
I really did not know at the time what to do,
But finally it came to me,
I had to make my get way and leave him
just so I could be me

He tried to come back many years ago,
He asked for a second chance I told him NO!
If he couldn't love then how could he love me now,
There was no way he could do it now.

A second wife he took, I know little about her,
She lives in Ireland,
She must have found out about him as I did along ago,
He wanted the perfect wife to live with and do as she was
told.