Girl's Night Out

(Eight days a week)

Copyright ©2000 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved


The best of clothes,
brand new from the store.

New shoes, pants and blouse,
and makeup galore.

And new clothes under too,
in case she is in a wreck,
I guess, wouldn't you?

The finest of fragrances on the
black lace victory's she wore.

The good china, the show towels,
who could they be for.

Where is it you're going, my Dear?
Oh, just out with the girls, till around four.

Don't bother waiting up, she'd say.
Well gee, OK. gee, OK??

Then, "you should be so proud of me", she said.
"I stayed up seven hours past time for our bed.

I know I have to work the today,
but with two hours sleep I should be OK".

Well gee, you must have really been having fun,
at four in the morning the next day's begun.

Others say, "there must be something more",
but, "no way", I say, "I trust her for sure".

And they say, "wake up man, are you a fool"?
So to prove I am not, I ask this of you.

"Just who is it you've been out with this day"?
"the girls for work, and one guy", you say.

"One guy, hey", my friends they say,
"he's liable to wined up getting in the way.
The way of your marriage, one fateful day".

till death will we do part
is the promise we made,
no other will ever get in our way.

And these girl's nights goes on
for a couple of weeks,

till of cheating it smells,
of cheating it reeks.

And later and later,
is the times she gets home.
so I worry and worry,
something must surely be wrong.

And the girls numbers fall,
but the guy he's remains,
till it's only one guy,
and it drives me insane,

and horrible thoughts,
they run threw my brain.

Are all others right,
is she lying to me?

So I ask her again,
and she laughed crazily.

She says I must be crazy
for such an idea.

But the truth soon be know,
the crazy one's me.

I had not a clue,
I couldn't even see.

Till my "Fathers Day" present,
she presented to me.

"I want a divorce" I heard her say,
"our mairrage is through,
I've thrown it away".

And try as I may,
they as I might,
she got her way,
I lost the fight.

So I helped her to move,
but I still didn't see
that she had a new man,
a replacement for me.

till the next day when that rusty blue car
became a permanent fixture at her front door.


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