How can I bear it while she is there
In the lounge and up the stairs
On the dressing table and on the wall
Why she even stares at me from the hall
Oh, how I hate that lovely face
She follows me from place to place

I have worked here for two long years
And still he gazes at her with tears
If only I could just let him know
That all this time I have loved him so
But he won't take those paintings away
Though she is dead he is still enslaved

I often dream of the house burning down
Watching those pictures being blown around
The vision of her would be gone for good
It's only a dream, but I wish it would
For only then could I make him see
That someone loves him and that is me