| She wanted to separate The wall was the drab old color Shabby shoes, same lipstick She nagged every day, almost every day He had been jailed in a prison He could go anywhere he wanted But, no freedom, no sex He masturbated everyday, almost everyday She had a boring marriage A few kids, a little bit money She programmed everything She slept every minute of those nights He wondered around all those years looking for a lady, a lady in his memory He once fell so deep for her Always remembered, is that sweet, sweet whisper She got divorced The wall was repainted with a different color And, new shoes, new lipsticks She is so pretty, really pretty He was released from the prison He could go anywhere he wants And, much freedom, lots of sex He can get laid every week, several times a week She got divorced He was released from the prison She left; she was hurt, and in pain and anger He was discharged, also hurt; he got some torn pieces in the letter He has missed her since he stepped out of the prison door Still felt, is the intimate touch with her gentle, gentle fingers She got divorced she said no, no, no, no more, mister She doesn’t want to be together He was released from the prison Palm prints everywhere in his prison cell are hers Next to those broken champagne glasses used to be roses never forever She got divorced He was released from the prison She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, not any more Still in his wallet though, is a well-kept, old, old picture |
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