My husband left me last night
Left me a poor and lonely wife
I cooked the meals and he got the life
And now I’m just out for the rest of my time
For he, oh he, oh my

I speak because I can
To anyone I [bad word] enough to listen
You speak because you can
To anyone who’ll hear what you say

I swear it was not my choice
I used to be so kind

Never rode my bike down to the sea
Never finished that letter I was writing
Never got up and said anything worthy
For he, for my

Graceful sleeper, midnight dreamer
I’m floored by your sound
I’m floored by your sound

I swear it was not my choice
To reach out for someone wise
I used to be so kind
I used to be so kind

In the breaking of the morning
You’ll be dancing on my soft lawn
When you’re shaking out the anger
That stops you from taking my call

When [bad word] up the highway
Singing I’m the king, the king of you all
When you look back to where it started
I’ll be there waving you on

I never rode my bike down to the sea
Never quite figured out what I believe
Never got up and said anything worthy
For he, for my