She looks at my wife as my old friend
And herself as my romance, my lover
But my wife is still also my lover
My wife looks at her as my plaything,
And herself as my only true love
But I love my new lady so much
When these roles seem to cross they get puzzled
And troubled, unsure of their paths
But the one most confused might be me
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