"I now pronounce you husband and wife" were the priests's last words
How happy I was in my wedding gown made with beautiful white cords
He was very special with an exception
The kind every woman would want for a reception
Full of energy and vigor
Not wanting any liquor
After the special moments came days of sorrow
Which I always see and remember like a sparrow
After he lost his job,
He treated me like a useless log
It took part of his part
It even became his wife
Started playing games
And always finding ways
To avoid my complains and wails
Giving me one flimsy excuse after the other
And beating me for trying to put his mind in order
Sometimes killing him becomes an option
But then I take caution
Hmmm now he is gone again
With no idea of whether he will come back with a loss or gain
I am sitting all alone
Waiting for him to come home
Singing Becca's Daa Ke Daa song
Sorrowfully with my tongue.