<br>this is a tale of a man of a boy of a girl of a wife
<br>for putting your hands into trousers and knickers can destroy a life.
<br>
<br>tension grows the signs of cavorting still cling to his clothes
<br>tension mounts he tells that platonic love never counts.
<br>
<br>adultery
<br>adultery
<br>adultery
<br>adultery
<br>
<br>in every kitchen there´s people who listen through cracks in the walls
<br>so she plays the fly as he lets in his love through a sullied back door.
<br>
<br>she screams NO!
<br>her eyes are transparently starting to glow
<br>he shouts YES!
<br>he figures that it´s a good time to confess
<br>
<br>to adultery
<br>adultery
<br>adultery (tears in the morning)
<br>adultery
<br>adultery (no signs of warning)
<br>adultery.
<br>
<br>he never said he loved her that much
<br>she didn´t act like she cared at all for conversation
<br>so when you´re living without being touched
<br>it´s no surprise that there will be deviation.
<br>
<br>Everything´s ending
<br>there´s no use pretending
<br>our couple are fine.
<br>Her love is expiring
<br>while he sits pespiring
<br>just playing out time.
<br>
<br>Tension builds
<br>just think of the children he wills as she spills.
<br>Tears from eyes
<br>So tired and blinded by subtext and lies
<br>
<br>Adultery
<br>Adultery
<br>Adultery (tears in the morning)
<br>Adultery
<br>Adultery (no signs of warning)
<br>Adultery
<br>Adultery
<br>
<br>Adulteryyyy.<br><!-- stopprint -->