Moving On

That's not my brand of perfume on your collar, That's not my shade of lipstick on your cheek. You say you never have an extra dollar, You're tearing through your paycheck every week. I'd like to know where all the money's going, It's certainly not going toward the bills. If every single dime you just keep blowing, We're going to have a battle of the wills. I don't know why you bother coming back here, Your heart and mind are clearly somewhere else. Your children haven't seen you for a full year, Because you put your family on a shelf. I have to take a stand; this can't continue For this is not what i would call a life. I'm moving out tomorrow, with the kids, too And you can find youreslf another wife. Take that homewrecking woman for your wife. Now suddenly your family means something? Too late; you made your choice a year ago. I'm taking off this meaningless wedding ring And am I coming back? The answer's no. My trust in you is at an all-time low.