The slightly edited version 
- by request
Ode to the Ex
You don't believe that I don't care
About the clothes and shoes you wear
or what you spend to do your hair
But honest, I do not.
You don't believe your trip away
or yearly foreign holiday
does not get on my tits that way
But I don't care a jot
Your presence in my life, its true
does cause one problem here or two
But tricky times are nothing new
So you don't send me wild.
The problem that I see is clear
and why you hate my presence here
Is driven by primeval fear
That I may steal your child
So reassuringly I say
That really I don't think that way
Its not a game I want to play
She's yours and yours alone
And while I'm married to her Dad
I'll bite my tongue when driven mad
And grit my teeth and show I'm glad
That she is in my home
So really, dear I do not care
about the clothes and shoes you wear
or what you spend to do your hair...
So don't kid yourself eh