iSpy

I spy with my Private eye
That poker night was a fashioned lie
You get wasted a raunchy show
It’s alright if you wife doesn’t know

I spy with my Private eye
The exotic woman who came last night
Laying beside you in our bed
Her leather black, her lipstick red

I spy with my Private eye
Her pleasured screams, orgasmic sigh
With money from my purse you paid
She was only three of nine you laid

I spy with my little eye
The handle of a deadly knife
The thoughts of revenge flood and stir
And I picture you with her

I spy with my blood shot eyes
The gash that spreads across your side
The blood seeps across the sheets
And the lying eyes that only cheats

I spy with my little eyes
As I smiled my cruel goodbye
I slit the throat and justice sprays
On the bed her lover
And her lover
And her lover
Lays.