Lyrics

this is a tale of a boy, of a man, of a girl, of a wife, for putting your hands, into trousers and knickers, can destroy a life, tension grows, the signs of cavorting, still cling to his clothes, tension mounts, he tells her that, platonic love never counts, it's adultery, adultery, adultery, adultery, in every kitchen, there's people who listen, through cracks in the walls, so she plays the fly, as he lets in his love, through a sullied back door, she screams no, her eyes are transparently, starting to glow, she shouts yes, and figures that it's, a good time to confess, to adultery, adultery, tears in the morning, adultery, adultery, no signs of warning, adultery, he never said he loved her that much, she never acts like she cared at all for conversation, so when you're living without being touched, there's no surprise, that there will be deviation, everything's ending, there's no use pretending, our couple are fine, her love is expiring, while he sits perspiring, just playing out time, tension builds, just thinks of the children, he wills and she spills, tears from eyes, so tired and blinded, by subtext and lies, it's adultery, adultery, adultery, adultery

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Artist: little comets