He used to be always next to her
Affectionate and being a chauffeur
He knew her favourite liqueur
Prepering a bath with douglas fir
Wasching her every blurr
Everyday being a monsieur
He was just not to compare

But one day he left
It was to her like a big theft
She felt alone and bereft
Calling for some rest
In her heart grow up a huge cleft
Before no one saw her so stressed

For a long time she couldn't gather
Calling every week her father
Asking why the cake is so batter
And how to live without her ex charmer
She wasn't anymore a bather
Sometimes she looked like a cadaver
Looking for some reason to laughter