The Desperate Housewife
I sit here looking out at the street
As I have my cup of coffee with cream
I see a woman walking in the heat
Who would be many teenagers' dream
I know that she is not true
To the man she has married
He doesn't have a single clue
Of the baby which is carried
No the child is not mine
But it belongs to my friend
They both had too much wine
Before the night did end
He is scared of being shot
By her husband's shotgun
It's his fault she got hot
Because he wanted some fun
And because she was a desperate housewife
My friend is now on the run for his life
Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2016
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