you find yourself now on a short leash
what she has done is beyond belief
trade in your friends, trade in your freedom
the list goes on, the list goes on
the list goes on, the list goes on

mates down the pub no longer see you
more apt to find you shopping for shoes
dressed up by her you are her plaything
work for her ring, work for her ring

you can't go out you have to stay in
she isn't finished with her playing
playing at "house" like when she was young
you're not the father you're the son
you're not the father you're the son

now go along with every whim
your best friend, you cannot see him
"he'll get you drunk, you'll waste our money"
who earned it, honey?
who earned it, honey?

time for yourself, she couldn't care less
but she expects you to be selfless
give of your time and of your earnings
give everything, give everything
give everything, give everything

your estrogen now flows so freely
testosterone is gone completely
this should hit you like a brick wall
your wake up call, your wake up call
your wake up call, your wake up call
your wake up call, your wake up call


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