Weeeeeeeeell you know...........

(play Am and Em for alternate lines at a bit of a plod)

I should be with someone rich smart and funny

Instead I'm with a loser who hasn't any money

You talk about a family and having kids

Why would I breed with a man on the skids

No job, no prospects no pension plan

How did I end up with such a desperate man

And it's....

(play G and G7 for alternate lines rather more sprightly)

Your fault that we're in this mess

I couldn't try more to make you love me less

Pulling you up and putting you down

Whatever I do you still hang around

( complicated bit of cod jazz phrasing here..make up your own)

Your clothes are crumpled and you reek of drink

Your armpits are acrid and your feet stink

I get close to you and I catch my breath

It's too much to hope but you smell like death

Things are getting better you tell me every day

That will never happen as long as you stay

And it's....

Your fault that we're in this mess

I couldn't try more to make you love me less

Pulling you up and putting you down

Whatever I do you still hang around

Don't talk to me about that kind of stuff

You're small talks not small enough

Oh I see your just being yourself

Why don't you try being someone else

Maybe we could just start again

You go and hide while I count to ten

Million

Your fault that we're in this mess

I couldn't try more to make you love me less

Pulling you up and putting you down Whatever

I do you still hang around