Poolside

Poolside

Damn this retrograde

Messing with my brain

I make my mistakes

In white satin lace

First I said I do

Now you’re turning blue

I’m wife material

Turning serial

And in all these summer months

You were sweet on me like sipping iced tea

Then everything changed

When we married by the poolside

I'm your sad bride by the poolside

Don't call me angel in my living hell

I see your lies in her crying blue eyes

And now our love is dead

Dead and newlywed

I'm not saying I do

I'm not saying I do

Again, again