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And he'll tell her he's working late again |
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But she knows too well there's something going on |
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She's been neglected, and she needs a friend |
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So her trembling fingers dial the telephone |
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Lord, it hurts her doing this again |
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He's the best friend that her husband ever knew |
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When she's lonely, he's more than just a friend |
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He's the one she longs to give 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, 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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When it's over, there's no peace of mind |
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Just a longing for the way things should have been |
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And she wonders 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, in their secret hideaway |
|
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
|
They don't want to hurt the others |
|
So they love in the nighttime |
|
And shake hands in the light of day |
|
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
|
Hoping no one else discovers |
|
Where they go, what they do, in their secret hideaway |
|
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
|
They don't want to hurt the others |
|
So they love in the nighttime |
|
And shake hands in the light of day |
|
Daytime friends and nighttime lovers |
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Hoping no one else discovers |
