I waited years to be glamorous again
To let down my hair
And I still have that red silk dress
Black lace underwear


Did you ever stop to notice
I too worked hard to build this home
Now I am of no use to you
Now that the children have gone


You wanna runaway to your whore
Runaway
Runaway to your whore
Runaway


Don't worry I won't tell the children
As if I would want them to know
Of the man you have become
Of the places you go


Your dear old wife will be just fine
She has the right to half this house
Go have yourself a good old time
Parade your bit of stuff about

You wanna runaway to your whore
Runaway
Runaway to your whore
Runaway
Go on and runaway to your whore
Runaway
Runaway to your whore
Runaway