Letra de Should I Betray? - Richard Thompson
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Should I betray you to Charlene?
She doesn�t know the things I�ve seen
She must still think you�re Mr. Clean
Just like the man she wed
Should I betray you to your spouse?
The wife who waits back at the house
She doesn�t know that you�re a louse
That�s not the man she wed
She doesn�t know the deals you make
The throats you cut, the vows you break
To buy up some old lady�s stake
Quick before she�s dead
She doesn�t see your oily smarm
You pour on in the place of charm
When you�ve got some shopgirl by the arm
Steering her into bed
That virgin forest you chopped down
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To build another ugly town
I�ll tell your wife you bribed them round
To back your plan instead
But perhaps she doesn�t want to see
The heel that you turned out to be
That�s why she�ll take a gin or three
To drive doubts from her head
While she�s working hard enough
With housework, kids, and all that stuff
You�re out there with some bit of fluff
Cruising on the Med
She thought the leopard�s spots were paint
She thought she�d turn you to a saint
Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint
That you were better bred
She doesn�t know the things I�ve seen
She must still think you�re Mr. Clean
Just like the man she wed
Should I betray you to your spouse?
The wife who waits back at the house
She doesn�t know that you�re a louse
That�s not the man she wed
She doesn�t know the deals you make
The throats you cut, the vows you break
To buy up some old lady�s stake
Quick before she�s dead
She doesn�t see your oily smarm
You pour on in the place of charm
When you�ve got some shopgirl by the arm
Steering her into bed
That virgin forest you chopped down
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To build another ugly town
I�ll tell your wife you bribed them round
To back your plan instead
But perhaps she doesn�t want to see
The heel that you turned out to be
That�s why she�ll take a gin or three
To drive doubts from her head
While she�s working hard enough
With housework, kids, and all that stuff
You�re out there with some bit of fluff
Cruising on the Med
She thought the leopard�s spots were paint
She thought she�d turn you to a saint
Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint
That you were better bred