Wedding band on your finger, it's a mighty thick piece
I know cuz I looked when I found I liked what I see
And today, I see you, no one else around
But your attitude has changed,  it's obvious even the sound
of your voice is different, it's charged and a bit gruff
Sensual, urgent, like you didn't get enough
of something and now you've found you need it now
and perhaps it's standing right in front of you, not back at home in town.

"My hairs a mess, I was wearing a hat," you say
That's really strange, you usually don't act this way
Then you're getting all personal, right off the bat
Where I live, who I live with, stuff like that

And you find I've been divorced for eight years
You're so surprised, it's such a long time, and I see your leer
So what you care?  Why you all up in my junk?
Seriously, you are sort of, kind of, some kind of hunk

But that band on your finger, I can't miss that
That can only mean pain, so I'll leave you to your hat