What's going on,
A cheap glam slut?
You spread your lust
For miles around
Till some old drunkard
Rents your butt,
You wanted fun -
That's what you've found.
You were a smart
And pretty thing,
You were respected
And adored,
You dreamt of golden
Wedding rings,
On one D-day
It got you bored.
You have no courage to admit
Your only forte is your clit,
You have no courage to admit
What's going on!
Get on the net to be the queen
Of ever-losers' soultwins,
Get drunk, lie down, switch off the phone,
Or simply change what's going on!
What's going on,
A housewife,
A queen of ovens,
Pots and dishes?
You have no way
To outer life,
You're sick and tired
Of husband's wishes.
He's fucking cheap
Glam sluts instead,
While you are watching
Television,
You couldn't care
Less, you said,
Well, he'll approve
Of your decision.
You have no courage to admit
He stole your life, you're fine with it!
You have no courage to admit
What's going on!
Get on the net to be the queen
Of ever-losers' soultwins,
Get drunk, lie down, switch off the phone,
Or simply change what's going on!
