In late in a blur of French perfume
With bleached fragments of straw in your hair
Offal-glint lipstick Boots cheapest
Staining your collar and cuffs
Void of flair
Well you can save
Your inncessant deceptions
I haven't the time for your sorrowful eyes
I've misslaid my once fluffy persona
Perhaps it slipped in the shredder
Along with your ties
Seven years and you've
Finally scratched it
Now you can reap, all that you've sown
Cavorting with Ms Ana Plastic
Whoops, I hit redial on your
Now dissolved phone
Your suits, shirts and shoes
Have been shredded
Your golf clubs are glued to the door
Your dinners in next doors Retriever
Your gold card bright crimson
And nailed to the floor
I've posted your pictures
Address and confession
Through every door in her street
Don't speak there is more
And I'll finish, save your pleas
While your still on your feet
Your cellar is vacant of bottles
I've tipped all your booze down the sink
The picture of you, JUST wearing goggles
Are disbursed
On the red hot lovers, web link
Your pride is parked
Somewhere on waste ground
Your rare egg collection par-boiled
The villa in France where you play
Has been, raffled
You and Ms Ana Plastic are foiled!
I leave with a sense of achievement
Ms Ana Plastic's not quite what she seems
The Ms is as false as her lashes
Mad Mick is the man of her dreams
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