O'lay!

This is not your, generic, generic love song.

This is a tail of a man and a wife and a woman from work.
Just a friend, just a friend, just a friend from work.
Would you like to come in for a drink?

9 words that will twist and bend this woman into more than a friend.
The wife sits at home alone, helplessly waiting beside her mobile phone.


By the moonlight she slips into your room.
By the moonlight she's drenched in your guilt and your gloom.
Its adultery, 8 letters that spell out a broken home.

Its adultery, cause not even god loves you now.

Think of the kids she says.

He'll think as he drifts out the door and he's lying on the hotel floor.
The secret is out, and to no surprise.
These tears fall from eyes like the rain falls from skies.

Perhaps years apart will put a plaster on her broken heart.
But for now this scummy little man reside with his wife.
Despicable, despicable, despicable you.


By the moonlight she slips into your room.
By the moonlight she's drenched in your guilt and your gloom.

Its adultery, 8 letters that spell out a broken home.
Its adultery, cause not even god loves you now.