Where do you suppose she goes to stay,
to be with her secret lover?
I 'd bet you a bet, it's not far away.
The place where she goes, when she goes to play,
those games with her secret other,
where do you suppose she goes to stay?
I followed her round the town one day,
with discretion she couldn't be bothered.
I 'd bet you a bet, it's not far away.
She walked from her office not too far away,
oblivious to me undercover.
Where do you suppose she goes to stay?
She met a young man, in his arms she was splayed,
I filmed this and sent to her mother.
I 'd bet you a bet, it's not far away,
the beating she'd get for the rest of the day,
from mother and father and brother.
Where do you suppose she's now forced to stay?
I 'd bet you a bet, it's not far away.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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