| Wife #1, her confidence had gone
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| The pounds had piled upon those deadly thighs
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| As she sank into the sand and missed my outstretched hand
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| I could not understand her final cries
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| She did not feed me well
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| She nagged me close to hell
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| When faced with final bell
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| Why the surprise?
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| The women and their husbands
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| They are chalk and they are cheese
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| You cannot call it true love
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| Until one of you’s on your knees
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| The women and their husbands
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| They are north and they are south
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| Love just can’t survive unless
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| You learn to hush your mouth
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| Love just can’t survive unless
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| You learn to hush your mouth…
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| Wife #2, so loyal and so true
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| 'Til the wind on bridge-top blew, she was mine
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| But when she hit that railway track, there was no going back
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| I watched her poor head cracked by the 8:09
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| She did not love me right
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| I caught her late at night
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| Asking her friend’s advice
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| Instead of mine
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| Wife #3, she fell into the sea
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| But I had to let her be, I could not swim
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| As I stood there soaking wet, my only real regret
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| Is I could not quite forget she slept with him
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| Wife #4, he loves me to the core
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| So I like to stay indoors and watch TV
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| If he mentions going out, he puts finger to my mouth
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| And reminds me of wives 1, 2, and 3…
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| Three… |