When you told me you'd phoned him
                  I held my breath....
                  How many years is it
                   Since steves death?
                   Twenty odd years now..
                     Yet it still makes me cry
                     We've both moved on now
                         And got on with our lives...
                                 You and l.
                     Who were both once his wives
                          Oh how he'd laugh!
                      As we get out the knives...
                           You still the" *****"
                          And me the " poor cow"
                   I wonder who's having the last laugh now?...