She's the perfect lady.
Thus for what had come, I wasn't ready.
Sweet, beautiful, intellectual and kind.
Even wealth, she had more than all of mine combined.
You see, I had this thing that you call is pride.
Yet despite all my wrongdoing, she had simply let it slide.
I did womanizing, alcohol and gambling,
Yet to her, all of this is just my childish whining (alt: But to her, it's as if I had did nothing)
Tired of all this, one day, I had came to remember.
That vow she had made me take, before we can be together.
'You are free to do anything.
And will also give you everything.
But opening this closet, don't you ever dare,
For what will come next, you won't be able to bare.'
Ahhh screw rhymes, syllables and bars.
I'm opening it, perhaps, another man, I will find?
To be honest, I would not be surprised.
So,,,, I decided to open it.
And in her closet,,,,
In her closet,
There our body, he had came to find....
She's the perfect lady.
Thus for what had come, I wasn't ready,,,,,,,