Jealous? Who Me? Never!

How could I be so shallow

I’m his wife, I have my pride

Jealous? No! Never, I cried

 

But I am. I’ll tell you why

I can’t compete with his mistress

She’s attractive, entices him with charm

His inhibitions she will disarm

 

She’ll invite him into her solitude

Then take him to a party

She’ll be there in his self pity

He’ll deny their relations activity

 

With this I’m thrown to the wayside

Along with my love for him

As the aroma of his sweet mistress

Suffocates us, again. The temptress

 

The children ask, “Who is this mistress?”

Tell us about her, let us meet

The one that takes you away from us

This wonderful part of life you trust

 

Father sits back and takes a deep breath

Then proceeds to explain her to us

This is what I record discussed

So all will understand his lust

 

He told us She’s always there for me

Whenever I feel angry or bad

Whenever I’m sad or in pain

Whenever lonely or feeling insane

 

Whenever I succeed or feel joy

She’s there to share that with me

I love the way she makes me feel

Confident, bold, sexy, and free

 

So tender with my delicate feelings

Helps me to forget life’s bitter trials

Resting in my hand so fine

My Mistress. My glass of wine