~`_ The Spirit of the Eagle speaks into the soul _'~

No I won't be one of your trophies
I won't subject myself to scrutiny
Belittle my friends
Schmooze my enemies
Hang off your arm like a silken pearl
I won't be "that wife"

I won't be the one you pick up when you are down
And drop when you climb the ladder
You won't find me splattered on the pavement floor
While you walk out the door
To your lover
I won't be "that wife"