Mr Love would leave his house at 6 am just to see Miss Jean, just to see her outfit and her body in that dress.
What a mess I am he says to himself wasting my time on a woman who has no interest in me who doesn't even see me.
Am I that dumb, is that even a question? She's too perfect for a man like me a shame if she comes down to my level.
A queen leaving her palace toΒ Β be with a devil, I may seem like a good man but i'm the exact opposite.
Working a dead end job cursing my ex-wife because she took the kids because she took apart of me.
I know you have kids, maybe I could be better this time maybe I could make a new life.
But with her body in my hands and her teeth marks in me how could I refuse a woman like she.
Lying on the floor and she still looks like she should be on vogue and be crowned.
Her emotionless face I realize what I've done I've hurt the only person I love.
She's gone but at least she'll be a queen in heaven with my son.
There's a deeper meaning than you think.
