a trophy wife on his arm to boast
Their love was dashed on a dia
We'll choke the child on a
And every couple take turns
Trying to outdo each other
The more riches, the better
Love that's sweet sixteen
And the cut above her eye
She could not hide from the little boy
Who knew it was to not make
And she found ways to forget
And the little boy's hatred
The wife of a working man
Pills in hand, neither tear his sleeves
Her love was true but could not conceive
Near or far from your mind
And years and years go by,
the things they tried but fate had wrote,
to not give life would kill them both
All this happens all the time
but she's missing her man
Ooh, ooh, oo h, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
All this hap pens all the time
All this happens all the time