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| Sneakin’
down the backroads so we won’t be seen
My conscience should feel guilty but it’s somewhere in between
I know I shouldn’t think that I can make her change
When I’ve got as much chance as herdin’ cats in the rain
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Her husband’s
at his office, her kids are off to school
She says that it’s our secret, she MUST think I’m a fool
I’d bet her lips go flappin’ when she knows I’m not around
Tellin’ whispered stories to all her friends in town
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She
tells me not to worry, that everything’s fine
I’m wound too tight for comfort,‘cause I know that she’s lyin’
My daddy once told me from his dyin’ bed
That two can’t keep no secret less’n one of them’s dead
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Illicit
love’s a hunger whose plate is never clean
Honor lost to lusting will rarely be redeemed
She’ll do this thing to him, so she would do it to me
Funny thing to know it, still can’t cut myself free
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She
sings her siren’s song and it leads me to mistake
I recklessly oblige her, pretend our secret’s safe
Hope we won’t be caught if we don’t stay out late
But you never want to draw to an inside straight
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She
tells me not to worry, that everything’s fine
I’m wound too tight for comfort,‘cause I know that she’s lyin’
My daddy once told me from his dyin’ bed
That two can’t keep no secret less’n one of them’s dead
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She
tells me not to worry, that everything’s fine
I’m wound too tight for comfort,‘cause I know that she’s lyin’
My daddy once told me from his dyin’ bed
That two can’t keep no secret less’n one of them’s dead
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That
two can’t keep no secret less’n one of them’s dead
That two can’t keep no secret less’n one of them’s dead
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