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He Married a Woman Twenty Years His Junior
His eyes are filled with whiskey fumes and tears
He sits beside the phone and waits its ring
His wife has left him for another man
But she still loves him yes he’s sure of that
His wife has left him for another man
She’s taken all the furniture she liked
At first he felt a sense of great relief
But now the house feels empty cold and bleak
He sits beside the phone and waits its ring
New boyfriend left for Washington this week
Perhaps she’ll still call in they’ll have a drink
Perhaps she’ll come back home to him he thinks
Yes she still loves him, he’s quite sure of that
Why only yesterday she called him up
She’s taken all the furniture she liked
Perhaps there’s one small thing that she forgot
Eyes filled with whiskey fumes he sits and waits
Perhaps she’ll call him up today he thinks
And then the phone rings and she’s on the line
There are a few small things she’s left behind
Perhaps she’ll still come back to him he thinks
She’s still in love with him he’s sure of that
She’ll come to fetch her things and they’ll embrace
They’ll have a drink and talk about mistakes
His wife has left him for another man
And there’s a suitcase that she left behind
She’ll come to fetch her things he thinks, embrace
Get it delivered quickly she requests
He sits beside the phone and waits its ring
He’s sixty five and feels like seventeen
His wife has left him for a younger man
His eyes are filled with whiskey fumes and tears
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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