It's Over

It's over.
He leaves me cold now.
And I'm free.
It's over.
I just don't care now
and I'm happy.
He's lost the power he had over me.
I've put those games of his
behind me now.

The man who came home late at night,
disheartened and so quick to curse,
none of that's my problem now -
from here on in the whole lot's hers.
She can have him.

The waiting in that king-size bed,
that was the worst, believe you me,
that constant waiting for his tread
and for the turning of his key.
She can have him.

His lies and all his double-talk,
his inferiority complex,
his sympathy for Arsenal
his socks, his glasses and his sex.
She can have him.

His car and his photography,
his temper and his romance too,
his slides and his apologies,
his whisky-soaked erotic moods.
She can have him.

His politics, his Economist,
his status and his paid research,
his jokes about frustrated priests,
his shirts to iron and his Church.
She can have him.

And those Parisian holidays.
Yes, years ago, they were so fine,
but we were poor as church mice then,
with just baguettes and some red wine.
we wandered carefree by the Seine,
and took a day trip to Versailles,
but he went back there on his own,
came home with lipstick on his tie.
She can have him.

He drinks too much. What's that to me?
Just let him drink that sixteenth rum.
Maybe she'll stop him if she can.
I hope he likes delirium.
She can have him.

It won't be easy, baby face!
You'll need to wear a velvet glove.
Right now you're in a state of grace,
but that phase passes soon enough,
and then it's uphill from that day.
It never stops. There's no relief.
He's not the kind to come halfway.
I hope to see you come to grief.

Wait a sec, what am I saying?
Do I want him back? Heaven forbid.
I've had enough. She was so keen.
Okay, fine, let her take care of it.
She can have him.

I think it's bound to end in tears.
Maybe she loves him, I don't know,
but will her love last through the years
until he's sick and old and slow?
He is a vulnerable man,
the most defenceless man I've known.

But now I'll act just like a girl
and pass on toys that I've outgrown.
Here it is.
You can have it.
It's for you.
It's yours.
You can have it.
I hope you have lots of fun. Go on, take it.
The only thing I ask is: Please don't break it.

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