Arranged Hatred

Evil smirks are on the agenda For you tonight my Dear Ever so fortunate my beautiful face dims The hatred burning across the dinner table You're as dense as your guests They look at me through your eyes I am the luscious Silver spoon men like you relentlessly Pursue until you capture and kill us slowly I concede, by marriage I'm your wife So when these friends of yours inquire About our consecration before God After too much brandy and not enough tact A blush rises and you feign modesty Hemming and hawing You out wait the women So you can give them a detailed account of my very being At night I turn my back to you And imagine you are one of the men you betrayed me to