| Well here comes my wife
|
| and that s the story of my life
|
| she haunts me though she don t want me She follows badly in disguise
|
| but it s not hard to recognize her cause she s cryin
|
| She looks like dyin on me Her father s rich, I think a millionaire
|
| but money doesn t make him better
|
| it just makes him better to be there
|
| So, you can tell him that its quite alright with me no no, it s quite alright with me Well here comes my wife
|
| and that s the story of my life
|
| She follows badly in disguise
|
| but it s not hard to recognize her cause she s cryin
|
| she looks like dyin on me See that shadow dancin on the floor
|
| She s coming up behind me How I d love to tell her she s a bore,
|
| but I tell her that it s quite alright, no no, it s quite alright with me Well here comes my wife
|
| and that s the story of my life
|
| she haunts me though she don t want me She follows badly in disguise
|
| but it s not hard to recognize her cause she s cryin
|
| she looks like dyin on me…
|
| oooh oohh |