If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
should that be all I’ll ever need?
or is there more I’m looking for?
And should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
to make me handsome, rich, and wise?
Is that really what you want?
I am a whore I do confess
that I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard child
though I don’t trust you to provide?
With one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers less wild
that I would take a little cash
over your very flesh and blood
Because money cannot buy
a husband’s jealous eye
when you have knowingly deceived his wife