See me smile so proud and wave at the crowd
All dressed in fine satins and nothing too loud
Now a lady for sure in fine French couture
A purse well-endowed for my hand he ensured
Do they see, in me
the lie that I hide all day locked up inside
Truth is it's a lonely (or empty) life
When you are the mayor's wife
With a babe in my arms all ruffles and charms
To giggle and love me, what would be the harm?
I don't love him for sure but for this I'd endure
If I must live this life a child is my cure
Do they see, in me
the lie that I hide all day locked up inside
Truth is it's a cursed life
When you are the mayor's wife

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