I can tell
By the way you smell
Honey, it isnt the beer
I can see
Lipstick, who is she
Don t tell me, babe, I dont want
To hear
Whats that hair
Doing just there
Honey, it wasnt the cat
What is this
In your back pocket
Dont take it out, I don t want
To see that
Sugar plum, baby face
Youre busting out of your white lace
Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose
Your figures slipping down to your toes
Im sorry, but its true
Im me and youre you
You come home late
Waking the neighbors
Honey, you look like a wreck
You cant stand straight
Theres a stain on your trousers
That are those marks on the back
Of your neck
I can hear
The same old excuses
Honey, this is the last straw
Ive had it all
Black eye and bruises
Dont love me, babe, I dont want
No more
I believe
That its time for me to leave
Pack up my bags, disappear
So, goodbye, Joe
Your services are no
Longer required, I dont want
You, dear