Cold in Church - Cuckold Theme Lyrics

What could I have said,
What could I have done?
My own piece-of-work in flesh and blood,
To leave before the wind has changed direction.
He dies before I've aged,
In Act upon a stage.
Have you got a clue,
As to what I could do,
To make it otherwise?
Just a touch of blush across the cheeks to make him flustered,
Mascara round the eyes, how waterfalls.

You came into my life as if you're Mary Poppins,
So you think you're Julie Andrews? Do you?
Fallen from great heights,
In a triumph over life,
To let you not run wild.

What could I have said,
What could I have done?
My own piece-of-work in flesh and blood,
To leave before the wind has changed direction.
He dies before I've aged,
In Act upon a stage
Have you got a clue,
As to what I could do,
To make it otherwise?
Just a touch of blush across the cheeks to make him flustered,
Mascara round the eyes how waterfalls.

Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,

If knowledge were obtained by Jealousy or Envy,
Let us be as thick as thieves could be.
The cuckold, on the contrary,
His modus operandi is differently inclined.

Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,
Lada lada dada,

Lip liner, purple hues and hazel coloured dimples,
The transformation of a son,
'T is not a death, but 'tis a gun that forfeits happiness.

So if your son is looking North-north West,
Let him dress him up in dress, hide him,
Teach him etiquette, but let him not be fetched,
As now the flower is the symbol of his
Wound.