Obey

Obey, was it there
When you stood in your gown
Did the minister
Harp on it
Did they go to town

It shouldn’t be there
No women should
Have to obey him
It’s the wrong word and could

How many times did he stand over you.
How many times were you black and blue
How many times did you wear those dark shades
And put on that powder hoping it fades
How many times did those bruises show
How many tears did you lose
Don’t you know

That chair leg he used
It so hurt your thigh
It so hurt it so hurt
You wanted to cry
But that would have made him
Feel good so you cried
So very quietly all of it inside

You walked
Of course you had pride
Down to the station
And on any train
You just left that town
Despite your pain

That bastard had said that he loved you
But he
Beat you the next night
And fucked you
You see

You felt him you knew him
Where is he today
Beating some other poor sod
Anyway

You are out of his clutches
Out of his place
And now in the mirror
A sweet perfect face

Stares back at you always
No bruises no more
Obey don’t agree
Just Be bloody sure