Passing By

You defy belief Thanks dear I mean, seven in the morning, and you’re sober Pub went on fire, early night Someday you will die a lonely man My God, that philosophy degree has done you good Why, because I state the obvious Exactly, we’re all going to die someday Not from liver cirrhosis No, you’ll go from nagging-itis Always the comic Being married to you dear brings out the best in me Do you ever wonder why I left Have you left Yes, I’m now happy with Jeff Philosophy again, seven in the morning, you passing by I was concerned about you Jeff’s boring the pants off you No he isn't, he’s my rock Fancy a quickie Certainly not C’mon he’s a boring history teacher Jeff’s a lecturer It’s written all over your face, frustration my dear Our sex life is great Sex to the Boer war, riveting Jeff is tuned into me Battle of Britain music, is that oral to Jeff Hate you I see that look in your eyes Hate you You want me Shut up, let's go Will you be passing by again anytime soon Not if I can help it You sure, I don’t mind helping out Going for a romantic weekend with Jeff See you Monday then Only if I'm passing by