See the bush, how big it's grown
The rose bush where our love was shown,
In tenderness
Though, twenty years younger than me,
My bride, I asked you please to be,
And you said, yes..

The honeymoon was really great,
Then we moved into this large estate,
And life was cool
Till, one night in your sleep, you sighed,
These puzzling words, "Oh, Raoul, I tried!"
Raoul cleans our pool

A slight suspicion, it appeared,
But, I know dreams are often weird,
And kinda' strange
Our nights of love were heavenly
And you swore that your vows to me
Would never change

That helmet I saw on your bed,
Was for head stand therapy, you said
I sighed, relief
Then, next day by the tennis courts
I found a pair of jockey shorts
And I wear brief.

But, Honey, I loved you
And love comes with trust
So, although it looked bad,
Believe you, I must

You wrecked the car where the driveway ends,
You said, "It's just a Mercedes Benz....
Like, what the heck?"
That time I felt blood pressure surge,
Still, I controlled a nasty urge
To squeeze your neck..

When I came home unexpectedly
Was a guy in bed about 'Twenty Three'
A handsome lad
Then, your excuse...it sort of fails,
Claimed he was there for mattress sales
Things sure looked bad..

I swallowed hard and forced a smile
I could have said some words real vile,
But, I bit my tongue
As they say, sometimes love is blind
I made excuses in my mind,
Like, you're so young..

And Honey, I loved you
How could I stay sore?
That night, you were sexy
So, I just loved you more..

Next day, when I was not at home
While you were there, I thought alone,
The Angels came
My hidden camera later tells,
Angles on cycles...they were, :Hell's"
One, and the same..

And Honey, in those videos
You were not wearing any clothes,
Neither were they
Big brawny guys, with large tatoos
Smokin' dope and suckin' booze
I flipped that day..

And now my life's an empty page,
I'm writing this to vent my rage,
Here in a cell
My lawyer says he'll file appeals,
Chances aren't that great, he feels,
Yet, who can tell?

See the bush, how big it's grown
You're buried there, and all alone
Nobody knows.
To symbolize the thorns that sting,
You'll bud and bloom now, every Spring,
My Honey.......Rose

'Cause, Honey I loved you
But, you weren't bein' good
And that's why I struck you
With that chunk of wood....