A clever and kind woman fulfils her dream to live and work in New York in the 1950s. She's smart, but it's an unforgiving man's world, a Mad Men's world in fact. Finding it tough to be heard, and falling for the wrong guy, she decides to take matters into her own hands. Featuring the blissful guitar of Edward Barker.
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TROPHY WIFE
Dad was always proud of his girl
Clever and kind rare as a pearl
She graduated with honours galore
And moved to New York for the life she longed for
It wasn’t long before she’d found her feet
Her magnetic charm attracted friends
Yeah the apple tasted sweet
She met a man
With a twinkle in his eye
She thought she’d found
The perfect matching guy
He schmoozed her daily
With powerful charms
He’d been round the block
She walked into his arms
When he proposed he was bleary with booze
He made it quite clear that she couldn’t refuse
The next few weeks were too good to be true
But when he raised his hand she realised what she’d got into
Cocooned and sad
She was just his trophy wife
Opinions ignored
She wanted more from her life
She quietly tiptoes out of the door
She’s got cold feet despite the carpeted floor
Expensive high heels held in one hand
She'll need them again if she pulls off her plan
She snaps her necklace pearls spill down the stairs
No point in stopping to pick them up
As she no longer cares
Who’d have thought
She’d walk away from this
Bored and bruised
She’s blows him one last kiss
Who gave men this sacred right to rule?
She’s too smart to be treated like a fool
What’s the point if you can’t say how you’re feeling
Beneath the thick glass ceiling
Ten years later she met him again
Down on his luck at the end of his chain
But he couldn’t swallow his pride
The bitterness choked him like cyanide
She wished him well like decent people do
No point in stopping to pick him up
Her abused days were through
Free to choose
It only took a while
To leave behind
Her Betty Crocker lifestyle
© ANDY BARKER APRIL 2020
