He loved me, he loved me not,
He beat me and it hurt a lot,
Belittled me and called me names,
Included me in his sordid games.
There was a time he called me 'pet',
Lead round my neck lest I forget.
He was my master to be obeyed,
My place at home, that's where I stayed.
And if I ever dared to roam,
I paid the price when he got me home.
That was then, but now for me,
There's rather more security
Housed on my own, I'm no-one's wife
Round here I'm known as Mag the Knife.
Christopher over 7 years ago
Looks like Maggie's back in town! Cheers, Neville.