Rosalind (You Married The Wrong Guy)

His head is filled with useless air

His philosophy beyond repair

You’ll pine and he won’t care

Get out before he crops your hair

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

when are you gonna see

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

pick up your skirts and flee

His hands are full of drifting sand

Soon he’ll be making his demands

And have you saying preposterous things

Get out before he snaps your wings

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

when are you gonna see

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

pick up your skirts and flee

His courtliness is just an act

a sea of hubris lies behind his tact

when you least expect it, he’ll attack

get out with your self-worth intact

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

when are you gonna see

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

pick up your skirts and flee

down the misty avenue, through the city fog

I saw you promenading like the princess and the frog

Some of us are volunteers, some were pressed

But what are you doing in that cuckoo’s nest?

His eyes are full of illusion’s lies

his conscience long since compromised

with all the grief that that implies

get out before your reason dies

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

when are you gonna see

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

pick up your skirts and flee

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

when are you gonna see

You married the wrong guy, Rosalind

you should have married me!