The cold bedroom

The bedrooms cold and I can’t find the cat

My husband’s done a runner he’s a rat

I wanted to make love he wanted rest

I know the truth he didn’t like my vest

We can’t afford to heat the bedroom more

And anyway we can’t lock any door

Martin Lewis money expert grant us aid

Or I’ll go on the street where I’ll get paid

The furtive men in cars won’t see my vest

All in all I think that is the best

The government intend us to be whores.

When they stop our benefits

And much much more

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