I saw my husband on a dating site ,
for me morally it just didnt seem right,
he was as brasen as can be ,he dosen’t care about me
he don’t care about my feelings ,he dosen’t care that i weep
he doesn’t care that i am broken, i lay here in a heap
but i know that every dog gets his day.
Luck is something that he can only dream of or hope for.The bitter end will desend, from a great height ,
i know that i can fight , i will fight him to the end
and when i see him lyinging face down on the ground
motionless, and not making a sound
i will know that i have won i know that your day is done.
I won’t cry ,or say goodbye to a looser
maybe i will shout goodbye looser,
iii hope that you rot where ever hell takes you looser,
oh help me god i am a woman scorned. by dorothy maud