Alas, in the heat of their passion one afternoon
As they struggled out of their garments
The chain that held us broke and I bounced off
She couldn’t stop to search for me, could she?
Not until the red hot lava had cooled
But I was under this heavy mahogany wardrobe
Among the fluff of dust and cobwebs
Oh dear, she’s leaving without me
(The wistful end)
I heard him whisper he would get her another
A shiny new piece all dolled up and fancy
But she wears him with pride, oh how could she?
I thought our love was timeless and endless
Life was so good when it was just she and I
Oh, why did she have to bring him into our lives?
It wouldn’t be so bad if I was lost in her room
But, every night I have to lay here and listen to him snore