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