There are some letters here I wrote to you.
I didn’t send them, that just I couldn’t do.
They’re all together in some kind of file.
God, it seems to me like a triall.
I want to send them, but I can’t, I shouldn’t.
You don’t read them, you just wouldn’t.
You would leave them unopened on your desk.
You’re afraid it is something I want to ask.
Sometimes I want to shout it out.
I can’t, I’m just to proud.
You’re in bed now with another chick.
I know, you’re a goddamned prick!
Evenso, I can’t stop loving you.
Because you’re my man too.
I want to be your only wife.
Yes for ever, my whole life.