I exit through the spotlight glare 

I stepped out into thin air 

Into a perfume so rarefied 

"Here comes the bride" 



Not quite aside, they snide, "She's number four" 

"There's number three just by the door" 

Those in the know, don't even flatter her, 

they go one better 

"She was selling speedboats in a tradeshow when he met her" 



Look at her now 

She's starting to yawn 

She looks like she was born to it 

But it was so much easier 

When I was cruel 



She reaches out her arms to me 

Imploring: "Another melody?" 

So she can dance her husband out on the floor 

The captains of industry just lie there where they fall 



In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation 

A satin sash and velvet elevation 

She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse 

While hers recalls a honey house 



There'll be no sorrows left to drown 

Early in the morning in your evening gown 

But it was so much easier 

When I was cruel 



The entrance hall was arranged with hostesses and ushers 

Who turned out to be the younger wives nursing schoolgirl crushes 

Parting the waves of those few feint friends 

Fingers once offered are now too heavy to extend 



The ghostly first wife glides up on stage whispering to raucous talkers 

Spilling family secrets out to flunkeys and castrato walkers 

See that girl, 

Watch that scene 

Digging the "Dancing Queen" 



Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks 

Running a book on which of them is going to last the week 

One of them calls to me 

And he says, "I know you" 

"You gave me this tattoo back in '82" 

"You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug" 

"And I was a shaven headed seaside thug" 

"Things haven't really changed that much" 

"One of us is still getting paid too much" 



There are some things I can't report 

The memory of his last retort 

But it was so much easier 

When I was cruel 



Look at me now 

She's starting to yawn 

She looks like she was born to it 

Ah, but it was so much easier 

When I was cruel