She didn't like the flowers, she threw them in my face
She kicked me in the shin, and put me in my place
She picked up the kitchen knife, I hobbled to the door
She rounded the table, she'd never been that quick before
She really was excited, her face was bright blood red
She began to rant and rave, and I knew that I was dead
She was poised to pounce, and end my worthless life
She merely paused as I said, "But Honey...you're my wife!"
She couldn't be convicted, they had no choice but to acquit
She's not the one accountable, that's all there is to it
And as I turn within my grave, and wonder my remiss
Blame it on my wife, and mistress, both, with ***
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
She didn't like the flowers, she threw them in my face
She kicked me in the shin, and put me in my place
She picked up the kitchen knife, I hobbled to the door
She rounded the table, she'd never been that quick before
She really was excited, her face was bright blood red
She began to rant and rave, and I knew that I was dead
She was poised to pounce, and end my worthless life
She merely paused as I said, "But Honey...you're my wife!"
She couldn't be convicted, they had no choice but to acquit
She's not the one accountable, that's all there is to it
And as I turn within my grave, and wonder my remiss
Blame it on my wife, and mistress, both, with ***
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