Woke up this morning with a headache,
And she’s walking round the room as if she owns it,
Oh father, you didn’t tell me everything.
As time passes, things get worse,
She wants to be first,
But in my mind, this love is last.
Laid down tonight next to my headache,
She’s decorated the room in daisies and pink,
Oh father, you didn’t tell me.
She forced me into it,
I was tricked, bamboozled...and now,
I am suffering from a dreadful her-ache.
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