I won’t nag,
I won’t yell just because
You have another lover – your wife.
I won’t nag,
I won’t sell my story
To the paper – there’s nothing to tell.
The meeting is arranged in a restaurant
The talk is cheap, cos that’s not what you’re paying for.
A bottle of wine and a couple of brandies later,
We leave the table and you tip the waiter.
Then up to your hotel room. You call your other half.
You start to strip and I try not to laugh.
Now everything is settled you give me my pay.
I try to look sexy as on your bed I lay.
I close my eyes and think of somewhere else.
I hope that I don’t break my nails – they’re false.
I wonder who you’re thinking of as you finally harden
Your wife perhaps, or one of your other women.
Seductively I perform my sexy dance
Around your tiny member I prance
I wonder if your wife will mind me wearing
The underwear you bought her – what’s the harm in sharing?
Time for action
Hope I don’t put you in traction.
Five minutes later, and it’s all over.
You’re not too bad compared with other lovers.
I wonder if you feel guilt or anything.
I get dressed and gather my things.
As I leave your room you wink at me.
I wink back – I’ve got your wallet and watch, you see.
