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And he'll tell her |
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He's working late again |
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But she knows to well |
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There's something goin' on |
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She's been neglected |
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And she needs a friend |
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So her trembling fingers dial the telephone |
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And Lord, it hurts her |
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Doin' this again |
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He's the best friend |
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That her husband ever knew. |
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When she's lonely |
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He's more than just a friend |
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He's the one she longs her body to |
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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Hoping no one else discovers |
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Where they go, what they do |
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In their secret hideaway |
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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They don't want to hurt the others |
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So they love in the nighttime |
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And shake hands in the light of day |
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And when it's over |
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There's no peace of mind |
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Just a longin' for the way things |
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Should have been |
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And she wonders |
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Why some men never find |
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That a woman needs a lover and a friend |
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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Hoping no one else discovers |
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Where they go, what they do |
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In their secret hideaway |
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|
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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They don't want to hurt the others |
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So they love in the nighttime |
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And shake hands in the light of day |
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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Hoping no one else discovers |
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Where they go, what they do |
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In their secret hideaway |
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|
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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They don't want to hurt the others |
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So they love in the nighttime |
|
And shake hands in the light of day |
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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Hoping no one else discovers |
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Where they go, what they do |
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In their secret hideaway |
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Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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They don't want to hurt the others |
