| In Store |
| You had been out for hours So on to paper my heart did pour, But in the early night my love, You did not know what I had in store. I sat there on the couch Made of soft leather and amour With cushions made of memories, When you never needed a cheap whore. I stood to answer her call, My heart hurting to the core. Our daughter became hungry, As am I, to even the score. As I sit with her at my breast, You quietly unlock the door, Hoping I am sleeping, As I have pretended to be before. But this cheating business is over, And I will take no more. Enter you to our bedroom, And then you hit the floor. |
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