Sitting at the bar trying to go far. flirting with the pretty girls.
Talking bout his Island life. Never ever mentions a wife.
Musing about  walking  free in the sand.
showing off a beautiful tan
but he's doing no harm
just playing it cool.
Then his cell phone rings.
That's when he lets it slip needs to go home to babysit.
The wife says it his turn now.
I look over and see him frown
And
That's when I hear him say.
I need five more minuets
Just five more minuets before I have to call it a day.
I love my little cockroaches but I'm tired  after my day.
Don't want to go home.
And I don't want to play.
I need five more minutes.
Just five more minuets.