I can hear the sound
Sound of a wailing woman
Lingering in the air
As she cries time and time again

No thanks to mr macho
No thanks to mr perfect
Who has found a perfect punching bag
In a lovly lonely lady he calls wife

How long can she bear
This daily bout
Always won by her opponent
With whom the ring has joined together

Her face is not new to the doctors
The only thing new is the shape
The name of the neighbour
As they mark time by her side

No matter the rational behind it
This is not justified
They are fragile
And should be handled with love