We sit alone in the darkest corner
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Waitress comes and takes our order
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And looks at us so suspiciously
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It's plain to see that we're lovers
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Trying to be alone with each other
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It's so hard for us to break free
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She whispers softly, "I love you"
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This ain't your average rendezvous
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Cause I'm in love with a married woman
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And I don't care, I don't care who knows it
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Yes, I'm in love with a married woman
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And on her left hand there's a wedding band
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She wears faithfully
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And I thank God she's married to me
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No cheap hotel where we'll check-in
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No other lives we'll be wrecking with alibis
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To hide a cheaters kiss
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Cause if there's lipstick on my collar
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You can bet your bottom dollar
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It's the color she wears on nights like this
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And every Friday here at five
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We try to keep the fire alive
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Cause I'm in love with a married woman
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And I don't care, I don't care who knows it
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Yes, I'm in love with a married woman
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And on her left hand there's a wedding band
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She wears faithfully
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And I thank God, I thank God
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I thank God she's married to me
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I'm In Love With A Married Woman
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| Blaine Larsen |
