My Dirty Widow
It was all about the tolerance, It was all about the trust
It was all about her lips, It was all about the lust
She knew that I knew that men knew that she knew that they look
We drove to Barcelona on the road along the coast
The sun got in my eyes, we careered side to side
and now all I hear is the knocking of her heels on my casket
If you see my dirty widow
Tell her it's ok
Tell her I don't mind
There's just one dress I want her to throw out, with all of my clothes
A dark green wrap around number which stops at the knee
If you see my dirty widow
Tell her it's ok
Tell her I don't mind
I'll be waiting here and wishing her well