Runaway

I waited years to be glamorous again To let down my hair And I still have that red silk dress Black lace underwear Did you ever stop to notice? I too worked hard to build this home Now I am of no use to you Now that the children have gone You wanna runaway to your whore Runaway Runaway to your whore Runaway Don't worry, I won't tell the children As if I would want them to know Of the man you have become Of the places you go Your dear old wife will be just fine She has the right to half this house Go have yourself a good old time Parade your bit of stuff about Runaway to your whore Runaway Runaway to your whore Runaway Go on and runaway to your whore Runaway Runaway to your whore Runaway Go on and runaway to your whore Runaway Go on and runaway to your whore Runaway