Yule Be Sorry
philandering isn’t cool
I would come home for Christmas if I were still alive, materialise before your eyes and turn up in your drive.
I loved you, dearest Eddie, I thought you loved me too, but there you were with saucy Fleur your glasses all askew.
You said that it meant nothing when I caught you with Jane, and then with Wend, my dearest friend, it drove me quite insane.
Last Christmas Eve we argued, a bitter, jealous fight, and in our car — the Jaguar I drove into the night.
The roads were cold and icy and also, I’d been drinking, I hit the brake, slid in the lake found I was slowly sinking.
It was a chilly, horrid death but I can’t rest in peace, your cheating heart tore me apart a pain that will not cease.
I can’t come home for Christmas as living flesh and bone, but I’ll be here in spirit, dear so make sure you’re alone -
‘cos if I catch you with Marie - you’ll end up in the lake, with me…






