I put the lipstick upon the counter
As I stare at the one who stares back at me
A stranger to a friend I once knew
I've traded her for some male company. .
I'm patiently waiting in this motel room
For a man who says he loves me
But he cannot leave the wife and the kids
He says they're too weak and too needy.
She's been my best friend since we were just kids
I've looked through her eyes for such a long time
I do hate the way that I've acted on this
But the feelings for him are getting stronger inside.
It started as kicks, just a wee bit of fun
To him, it probably still is
But his arms, when they hold me, is pleasure
A feeling I'm finding so hard to resist.
I long for the time when we'll be together
I yearn for his touch, He'll be here soon
Just one day a week, we find time to spend
His wife's always busy, on this afternoon.
I hear, as he opens the door to our room
I give a last look at myself
I know I should hate the person I see
But she's living her own kind of hell.
