His Time

His pyjamas lie there in my bed 
  his comb stuck in my brush 
  I said what's all this? 
  His shoes stand in a tidy row 
  that's nice to see when you get home 
  what's all this? 

  His after-shave hangs in the air 
  he might have chosen mine to wear 
  what's all this? 
  You say he's moved in with you here 
  you point me to the door, that's clear 
  what's all this? 

  His favourite dish upon the stove 
  I'd shove my fist right down his throat but mustn't 
  no, I mustn't 
  of embarassment he shows no trace 
  his friendly smile lights up the place 
  he's grinning, just grinning! 

  Refrain: 
  How come I deserve to be 
  the fool that he makes out of me 
  at least you could have given me a clue 
  you could have had a one-night fling 
  in time I'd forget everything 
  but I've got no chance 
  I'm left no time to understand 
  if you could see you've hurried love. 

  His head slumped on his double chin 
  since when d'you go for a slob like him 
  what's all this? 
  What's that you say? 
  How come you throw your heart to waste 
  on such a sponge, a blubber-face? 
  What's that? 
  What's it all about? 

  I left you often on your own 
  for him you kick me out of house and home 
  what's all this? 
  What's all it about? 

  Refrain 

  You try to seem such perfect lovers 
  oh how you two deserve each other 
  so innocent, but laughing too loud 
  you must have really suffered guilt so 
  as you were tossing in your pillows 
  since when have you had a heart made of stone? 
  You drank my love up in one go. 

  Refrain