My cell-phone is my darling
Till it rings at half-past midnight
And I miss the call, and sleepily
Thinking, it might be an emergency,
Ring back, and get this woman saying
Hey yaar, you hussy, who you
Calling on my husband’s cell-phone
And in the background the sound
Of a man being hammered
With a shoe, it sounds like,
And I say, but this number called me
And I hear her say between blows,
So you have another girlfriend
And I switch off and go to sleep.
Next day I get a call from hubby,
Whispering, hullo darling,
How about a little phone sex
No darling, I say, your wife might hear,
And he says, she’s out, c’mon,
And I cut him off and delete the number
Before I get tempted, thinking, shit,
Good girls just don’t have fun.
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