Song for an Ex: The Player

When he doesn't fuck you
you'll think of me.

When he doesn't lick your pussy
you'll think of me.

When you're dining out gourmet
you'll think of me.

When you're alone abroad
you'll think of me.

When the night falls and the moon rises
you'll think of me.

When loneliness calls and your phone is silent
you'll think of me.

When it's over and done and he's on the run
you'll think of me.

And I'll be thinking of someone else.

I'll be thinking of a woman
loyal and true.

I'll be thinking of a woman
whose eyes are not blue.

I'll be thinking of a woman
with pale skin and dark red lips.

I'll be thinking of a woman
with corset-tightened hips.

I'll be thinking of a woman
with violin and piano.

I'll be thinking of a woman
who sings soprano.

I'll be thinking of a woman
infinitely your better.

I'll be thinking of a woman
who writes love letters.

I'll be thinking of a woman
with the longest blackest hair.

I'll be thinking of a woman
with the sweetest and most seductive stare.

I'll be thinking of a woman
and I won't care.

What the fuck you are thinking about.