She figured it out.
She figured out that you were wrong,
you with your wandering eye,
that caused her so much pandemonium.
She figured it out,
but she wished that she knew what you were like all along.
Yes, you,
you of weak moral turpitude,
you treated her badly and you did her wrong,
and you tried to take all her money,
and she kicked you out and cut up your clothes,
and when you left, she was grateful.
and away you ran into the setting sun,
away you ran with your reputation in ruins,
and every woman,
aware of a man who had no heart,
and who did not care except for himself,
and who only had an eye for your wealth,
and so, you are best left alone,
best left alone and feeling sorry for yourself.
