What a Bastard the World Is Yoko Ono

Early in the morning I feel my pillow
I listen to the soundless phone
My thighs are sweaty, freezing inside
Our beds empty as ever

What a bastard you are
Leaving me all night missing you

Slowly the door opens, you stand for a while
See if I'm asleep or just closing my eyes
I quickly get up and throw my pillows
Throw an ashtray filled with butts

Where were you all night, if I may ask you so?
Though I don't care at all, I'd just like to know
Right! You weren't near the phone to call me from
Or is it you were afraid to wake me up?
I'm sick and tired of listening to the same old crap

You know half the world is occupied with you pigs
I can always get another pig like you
You've heard of female liberation, well that's for me
You'll see me walk out one day and then where will you be?

But don't you be too happy
I ain't walking out yet to give you satisfaction
I'm first gonna find something other than the walls
To have some human conversation