It was all about the tolerance, It was all about the trust It was all about her lips, It was all about the lust She knew that I knew that men knew that she knew that they look We drove to Barcelona on the road along the coast The sun got in my eyes, we careered side to side And now all I hear is the knocking of her heels on my casket If you see my dirty widow Tell her it's ok Tell her I don't mind There's just one dress I want her to throw out, with all of my clothes A dark green wrap around number which stops at the knee If you see my dirty widow Tell her it's ok Tell her I don't mind I'll be waiting here and wishing her well