My lover comes home
Comes in from the rain
I can tell he's been bad
He's looking so vain.

I have seen what he's done
And I hate him for it
But I'll have to let him know that I know
By clueing him in bit by bit.

Over delicious salad I mumble
A few quiet things
And get a bit louder
Over the chicken wings.

He doesn't seem to notice -
Why, the nerve!
Never again my scrumptious dinners
To him I will serve.

Finally it comes time to
Tell him what I know
If he hasn't guessed by now
I'm ready to show.

"Honey, I saw you
With that other dame
And I need to ask you if you think
Cheating will bring you fame.

You know, it won't,
It makes others hate
You've taken too much out of life
And placed it on your plate."

Without words we were over that night
(Don't think he ever found another)
And I found someone else to love
Would he cheat? No, he wouldn't bother.

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