A man so besotted by his girl that he spoils her and buys her anything she wants.

You breezed into my life like a warm sirocco wind,
I fell and kissed your small and lovely feet
I felt just like a pilchard, caught and skinned and tinned,
your smile when I first saw it was so sweet.


Now you've got me where you want, your private bank account,
and money's always there for you on tap,
You beguiled me with your charm, and your ever ready wit,
to me you're just a deadly honey trap.


At parties that you oft attend, all your friends are there,
but you make sure that you are always late,
When finally you arrive, you make an entrance grand,
to act aloof is just your latest trait.


You step out from your limousine and swan into the room
with your beautiful young head held up so high,
Your trendy friends flock round you like you're the top queen bee
you looking down on me like I'm a fly.


A red sports car you had to have, and guess who paid the price?
Just so you could pose all over town,
And even though it rained all week, you still did what you do,
and drove it everywhere, the top stayed down .


Your trendy clothes, designer shoes, you only bought the best,
your spending sprees have cost me so much cash.
You only wear them just one time, extravagance no bounds,
then up you go and throw them in the trash.



The centre of attention each time that you hold court
and all the guys just flock there at your side,
You act all coy, accept their gift
and then you simply take them for a ride.





Your gorgeous teeth, and lovely smile that cost five thousand pounds
and all your fave' designer perfume too,
and Californian implants, that cost me twenty grand,
just because your real ones never grew.


frequent trips to fashion stores is what you so do best
in cities like New York or Rome, Milan.
Your worldwide jaunts are so well planned, you set off on a whim
and always do it just because you can.


The tabloid press are all around, they throng where ere you are,
you seem to be this year’s new glam icon,
But there's no doubt, when this year’s gone and all the gloss wears off,
that next year there will be another one.



You have long sessions on the phone and talk incessantly,
You hog computer chat lines through and through,
and though your talk is eloquent, you won't just say one word,
when really twenty five will always do.


You frequent trendy wine bars with all the best champagne
and spill your Bollinger all on the ground,
Then with your gang of girlfriends, smoke funny cigarettes,
until the room is spinning round and around.



You are the biggest nightmare a man could ever have,
but also you have been a dream come true ,
No matter what you do to me, one thing is always true ,
you melt my heart by saying "I love you."


For all your habits good or bad, no matter what you say,
I'll love you now until my dying day,
For now you're all that's left to me and all I need to have,
since my wife, your mother, sadly passed away