Testo I'm In Love With A Married Woman

We sit alone in the darkest corner:
Waitress comes and takes our order,
And she looks at us so suspiciously.
It's plain to see that we're lovers,
Tryin' to be alone with each other.
It's so hard for us to break free.
She whispers softly: "I love you."
This ain't your average rendezvous.
'Cause I'm in love with a married woman.
And I don't care, I don't care who knows it.
I'm in love with a married woman.
And on her left hand, there's a wedding band
She wears faithfully.
And I thank God she's married to me.

No cheap motel where we'll check-in;
No other lives we'll be wreckin',
With alibis to hide a cheater's kiss.
'Cause if there's lipstick on my collar,
Well, you can bet your bottom dollar,
It's the color she wears, oh, on nights like this.
And every Friday here at five, I try to keep the fire alive.

'Cause I'm in love with a married woman.
And I don't care, I don't care who knows it.
I'm in love with a married woman.
And on her left hand, there's a wedding band
She wears faithfully.
And I thank God;
I thank God;
I thank God she's married to me