Dessert on the Side

You wake up when you think you should You behave in ways I never would You sleep next to six ash trays A drag an hour keeps the headaches away You write poems about the things I hate You've been the queen since our first date You treat me like I'm your chore I treat you better than I do my whore You told me there's nothing wrong with dessert on the side That's all she is; there's no reason to lie I still give you my whole paycheck I still wear your necklace around my neck I call to just check up on you This girl is just something I do I never fall asleep by her side I never tell her when the mood dies I dress myself and leave her there Sometimes she cries, but I don't care You told me there's nothing wrong with dessert on the side That's all she is; there's no reason to lie