I married a nasty woman
Who did not make me happy
All that glitters is not gold
I now can plainly see.
I could've been successful
But I blew it all away
I ran away with the boss's bride
So, surely there's hell to pay.
I could've washed my hands off her
But now I have to weep
Cause in my drunken state in Dubai
In her room I fell asleep
There's a foolish part of me
That somehow loves her still
And when I ask her to come back to me
With the child she surely will.