I don't know what you want from me, you're confusing me to bits
I think that your hypocrisy is giving me the shits
You say that you don’t like it when I spend money on a dress
But you take all of your income and place it on a bet
If you want me to be serious then we'll have to have a talk
Coz I'm telling you my darling I'm about to fuckin walk
I will not be a widow while my husband’s still alive
And I won't be made dependant on the government to survive
Not if I can help it there's got to be a way
But first we need to set aside our meagre weekly pay
We can't afford to gamble we can't afford to bet
We're not going to win the lotto, I'm not going to give you head
Understand something, my darling, you are a father now
And we have to teach our children how to build a true cash cow
We have a role, the both of us, to stick to a basic plan
Of moving forward mutually and having cash in hand
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