| She was married and then divorced
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| Things seemed to happen that way
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| The children were confused, sometimes they’d fight
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| Sitting in their toys and games
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| To them she’s mummy and I am their friend
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| Who sits with them on his lap
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| And sleeps on the sofa on alternate weekends
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| No substitute for their dad
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| She’s a very good mum
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| As she tries to explain
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| Everything that she can
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| But a child’s mind is sharp
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| They imagine the worst
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| Sometimes can’t understand
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| That there’s so much to learn
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| When you open a can of worms
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| So to the park to play on the swings
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| To give their mother a break
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| When I saw their father walking down the path
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| Heading down towards the gate
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| I froze on the spot, heart in my throat
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| I hoped he’d not see us there
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| He soon disappeared and the kids on the slide
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| Were happy and unaware
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| I read the papers and made scrambled eggs
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| The kids got ready to leave
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| Their dad was taking them for the weekend
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| With pocket money and sweets
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| They were excited as they waved goodbye
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| And I went straight back to bed
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| Their mother stood and waved as they drove away
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| Standing on the front door step |