“Dear ChatGPT. First I found strange perfume on my husband’s shirts. Then lipstick that wasn’t mine. Then he began disappearing for long times whereas before he always came home. We haven’t made love in six months. Then the neighbors all started whispering and pointing to me. I suspect something. What do you think?”
At home I find myself
Lost and all alone
My man is playing the field
The thrill is gone
He stays out all night
Says he’s with the boys
But lipstick on his collar
Perfume on it too
Tells me he’s been lying
Tell ya what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna put it in the want ads (want ads)
This girl’s in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads
Somebody rescue me
Greek woman, Greek woman, you have no complaint
You are what you are and you ain’t what you ain’t