Runaway - Nadine Shah

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

You wanna runaway to your whore

Runaway

Runaway to your whore

Runaway

Go on and runaway to your whore

Runaway

Runaway to your whore

Runaway