It's Alright, You're His Wife
He could beat me,
in view...
or alone,
at home...
you all bow your head,
you all walk away...
I'm his wife,
I sleep in his bed...
so it's none
of your business,
until I'm dead....
in view...
or alone,
at home...
you all bow your head,
you all walk away...
I'm his wife,
I sleep in his bed...
so it's none
of your business,
until I'm dead....
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