She hates me for wrecking her life
Failing to be her shiny white knight
She blames me for our poverty
For all this life of misery
She wants to be a celebrity
Getting invited to A-list parties
She's stuck with me holding her back
A no-account third-rate man
She says I'm not aspirational
She wants a go-getter psychopath
Get all the money, trample underfoot
Those who'll never amount to much
A real man would buy her everything
Holidays and dresses, designer bling
Take her out to expensive bars
Where she could met her favourite stars
She hates me with a venom I can't explain
She hates me in a way that's almost insane
She hates me and she shows me non-stop contempt
She hates me and she wishes I was dead
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