The Signs

Maybe her after-taste
And dawn perfume made me hi
Maybe it was her padded brassiere
Distorting my insight

She loved to deliberate
But preferred to not refer to her trade
That's probably when an eyebrow should have been raised
With hints so thick you'd think I might have seen the signs
Red flashing signs
Something's awry

The rich senior men
Her Mercedes Benz
The money that came from nowhere

The obvious clues
The platform shoes
The strippers she drank her veuve with

That time when someone said
They saw her kiss some gray old man
The times when she came to bed but
Was too sore to sleep with me

Maybe it was her face
Assuring me all was fine
Did her decolletage emit rays
Rendering me deaf, dumb and blind
To flashing signs
Something's awry
Something's awry
Something's awry

The business girl veil
the fisherman's tales
The last minute hotel lunches
That stray dinner coat
with her pricey clothes
The checkered past hung in her closet
The prudent disguise
The bad alibis
Collegiate false advertisements
The limos, the dope
the toys and the ropes
How could I be so stupid