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
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