To tell you the truth, it still hurts to share;
Though when yo're with him your heart is not there.
I've tried hard to think what brought this about?
For we're not the type who enjoy sneaking out.
Your husband, my wife, were into themselves.
Like old Christmas toys, they placed us on our shelves.
Somehow, we managed to take ourselves down
And found one another while out on the town.
You gave me your number for reasons well known,
Though now you weep as you drive home alone.
It's hard to make love when the romance is dead,
It causes confusion in your heart and your head.
There's a battle inside when your mind and heart fight;
As you lie by the wrong one in the middle of the night.
We now know the meaning to the words of that song;
That it hurts to love someone and to the wrong one belong.
