As I brush hair tonight, all alone in this house
Feeling some jealousy for my husband's hot date
Yet with my own knowledge that I could replicate
With a bottle of wine, girlfriend over to dowse

Chitchatting to nothing but to everything
With a wicked humour, and the laughter abound
Telling me of stories of kids silly background
And that of her husband's handyman failing swing

Drowning my inner soul in this classic vintage
And heading to hottub to relax all the pain
And regain the focus of my coupling's love reign

As she leaves for the night, mirror for my image
Knowing where I stand tall in his beautiful heart
I accept this last night before my dreamland start