Sugar Plum

I can tell
By the way you smell
Honey, it isn' t the beer
I can see
Lipstick, who is she
Don' t tell me, babe, I don’t want
To hear
What’s that hair
Doing just there
Honey, it wasn' t the cat
What is this
In your back pocket
Don’t take it out, I don' t want
To see that
Sugar plum, baby face
You’re busting out of your white lace
Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose
Your figure’s slipping down to your toes
I’m sorry, but it’s true
I’m me and you’re you
You come home late
Waking the neighbours
Honey, you look like a wreck
You can’t stand straight
There’s a stain on your trousers
That are those marks on the back
Of your neck
Sugar plum, baby face
You’re busting out of your white lace
Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose
Your figure’s slipping down to your toes
I’m sorry, but it’s true
I’m me and you’re you
I can hear
The same old excuses
Honey, this is the last straw
I’ve had it all
Black eye and bruises
Don’t love me, babe, I don’t want
No more
I believe
That it’s time for me to leave
Pack up my bags, disappear
So, goodbye, Joe
Your services are no Longer required, I don’t want
You, dear
Sugar plum, baby face
You’re busting out of your white lace
Sweetie pie, my honeysuckle rose
Your figure’s slipping down to your toes
I’m sorry, but it’s true
I’m me and you’re you