Should I Betray

Should I betray you to Charlene?

She doesn’t know the things I’ve seen

She must still think you’re Mr. Clean

Just like the man she wed

Should I betray you to your spouse?

The wife who waits back at the house

She doesn’t know that you’re a louse

That’s not the man she wed

She doesn’t know the deals you make

The throats you cut, the vows you break

To buy up some old lady’s stake

Quick before she’s dead

She doesn’t see your oily smarm

You pour on in the place of charm

When you’ve got some shopgirl by the arm

Steering her into bed

That virgin forest you chopped down

To build another ugly town

I’ll tell your wife you bribed them round

To back your plan instead

But perhaps she doesn’t want to see

The heel that you turned out to be

That’s why she’ll take a gin or three

To drive doubts from her head

While she’s working hard enough

With housework, kids, and all that stuff

You’re out there with some bit of fluff

Cruising on the Med

She thought the leopard’s spots were paint

She thought she’d turn you to a saint

Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint

That you were better bred