Supplication
Be my trophy wife
I'll never leave you
On the shelf
Or locked in the basement
I'll improve on my dusting skills
And polish up my act
Everyday at the moment I feel like
The holder of the Sweet F.A cup
For the record time
Forever half empty and half full
I hope one day to pick you up
And raise you up in the air
I'll bathe in your reflected glory
'Cos for every trophy there is a story
