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Song:Trophy Wife
Album:The IncubusGenres: 
Year: Length:165 sec

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(August 21st, 1953)
Let me set the scene!

[Chorus]
The table's set with the silver cutlery
The crystal's out for the champagne, chardonnay
To celebrate the anniversary of nine years ago
When he came back home

[Verse 1]
Please, come in and take a seat
(You're all on cue, the party's just beginning)
He's right inside, our proud marine!
(Man of the hour, reason that we've all convened)

Let me propose a toast
To husband, and to father:
Brave; he gave us hope

His absence tortured me
Can just imagine all the evil that he has seen
I watch him while he dreams
He stays asleep through the sweats and the screams
It's haunting him, so it's haunting me
So I take my perfect smile, and just let it be

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2]
And now when he leaves on business trips and the meetings
It makes me feel sick and incomplete
Our boy needed his father home
I was on my own, disunited home

[Verse 2]
His charming smile, its hypnotic pleasantry
Either that, or maybe too much wine
Tingles up my spine and makes my body weak

Intoxicating, I'm feeling jaded
Overjoyed, I know it shows
I hope they all can see
Preeminence in this life we lead
Captivated by the love that we share
I hope they all can see!

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2]

[Outro]
Intoxicating
I'm feeling jaded, overjoyed
Dumb and giddy, and a little dizzy
The room is spinning and it's making me
Feel faint, faded
Fall to the floor, make a scene
With all the eyes in the room
I sure hope that no one can see