A Purse Well Endowed

See me smile so proud and wave at the crowd
 All dressed in fine satins and nothing too loud
 Now a lady for sure in fine French couture
 A purse well-endowed for my hand he ensured
 Do they see, in me
 the lie that I hide all day locked up inside
 Truth is it's a lonely (or empty) life
 When you are the mayor's wife
 With a babe in my arms all ruffles and charms
 To giggle and love me, what would be the harm?
 I don't love him for sure but for this I'd endure
 If I must live this life a child is my cure
 Do they see, in me
 the lie that I hide all day locked up inside
 Truth is it's a cursed life
 When you are the mayor's wife