Shes blind
He sits in a chair alday long
thinks of ways to get along
this guy is old but not to old
his wife is hot but not to hot
she leaves for hours everyday
to the motel lot, is where she stays
and fights with men, making her way
comeing home to her man
telling lies, thats no surprise
i cant see why, shes so blind from her eyes
havin a good guy at home
that would make her life
shes pathetic in so many ways
creepin home one night
half awake
notices something different, her man is gone
everythings gone.
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