Miserable life

Oh the miserable life of a wife in cobham,
Oh the miserable life of a wife.

She sits and she stirs her fruit shop salad, 
As each hour and day passes by.

Oh the miserable life of a wife in cobham,
Oh the miserable life of a wife.

Her sunglasses are worth almost as much as her car,
And her car worth as much as her house,
her house is the size of a sultans mansion,
And her sultan is bigger than most. 

Oh the miserable life of a wife in cobham,
Oh the miserable life of a wife.

She drinks wine from six after daily Pilates 
with her miniature schnauzer in tow,
Her face is perfection, her body is vogue,
But beneath it she rots, beneath it she rots,
Because nothing is all that she knows.

Oh the miserable life of a wife in cobham,
Oh the miserable life of a wife.