Ex Wife - 500-1

Stuck in the middle, losing hand over fist
Green with envy, always seeking a permit
Going bezerk and the ring wouldn't fit
My body, stale, then seeing the reflection of a female

The draw, the sink, trying to find peace
The Lodger came and brought me release
Roaming in the woods to break the routine
Caught on camera, it was time to come clean
Swallowed the truth of this Tuesday night cheat
An expensive end to one man's meat

A symbol of progress - a simple curiosity
Righting a wrong - twisted monstrosity
Feeling myself - something sick
Now at ease - you're diseased
Stay focused and play your hand
Can't lose, you just can't lose
Play by your rules, let them be damned
Can't lose, you just can't lose

Listen to me, this is Kim Copsey
Here's a little word in your ear
Look me in the eye, no word of a lie
The best tip you'll get all year
Five hundred to one, the odds may be long
But I promise she's worth the expense
Don't write her off, don't doubt, don't scoff
One to five hundred against

So I had the op

Cut loose the confident woman in me
Full of drive, ambition and curiosity
I discovered syncro and the gifts inside me
But not yet learnt a way to be free
Rolling around like a young dog on heat
Starting to perform, practice, repeat
Sadly, someone else had to pay for my sins
But I learnt a life lesson down by the bins

How to be a woman or rather myself
That syncro's my life, my friend, my wealth
Coming alive, rising up through the ranks
When all you can do is sit about and watch
Crowned national champion and made them see
That everyone else is just like me
But then Swim England dive in and piss on my chips
Treating me like I'm the start of the apocalypse

Sure bet for the UK team
Nothing more than a simple cheat
Driven athlete with Rio plans
She's a fella and it's time she's banned
Being written off won't make me stop
Can't lose, I just can't lose
Examine yourself and let me pass
Can't lose, I just can't lose

(There's a) star on the rise, pulled down by a pile
Of ignorance and fear and pain
A six-foot high wall that makes no sense at all
Cruelly coated in anti-climb paint‎
Five hundred to one, but this lady's strong
Too many days in restraints
Don't push me out, don't damn, don't doubt
One to five hundred against

Written by:
Billy Barry, Steve Meat

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