He was my friend. I trusted him. I’d known him all my life.
He stood and handed me the ring when she became my wife.
I welcomed him with open arms when to our house he came
And when our son was christened, he even bore his name.
I found the note she’d written when I walked in the house.
She told me she had left me for that conniving louse.
He’ll soon regret his folly. When living with that shrew.
He’ll find he will be never right whatever he may do.
I’m pleased to see the back of them and I don’t really care
Because I know I’ve someone else as I climb up the stair
Who I’d been meeting secretly since the day I’d wed.
It was his wife, expectantly, waiting in my bed.