Picking Up the Pieces
If your woman should pack up and leave you
There’s no hiding the fact that it hurts
For there’s no one to do all laundry
And there’s no one to iron your shirts
You will sit there alone and dejected
Feeling so sad and bereft
When there’s no one to tidy the house up
God it’s tough when your woman has left
So your woman has moved out and left you
And you’re feeling morose and depressed
Don’t mope about, get up and go out
And get the whole thing off your chest
But alcohol isn’t the answer
Don’t sit in the pub talking twaddle
Get off your **** join a club or a class
And get out and find a new model
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Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2011
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