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Whatever this is, it doesn't feel right
Baby, think about your kids, you're not putting up a fight
Cause we can make love tonight but you're gonna hate yourself in the morning light
So just stop, breathe, count to three, get your head right

And it's just lust, nothin to write home about
And it's just trust, nothin to be messed around with
It might have felt good for a minute, but admit it to yourself it ain't right
When you're sleeping with your lover but you're living with your wife

They lay together in the silent aftermath
Butterflies subsiding but they can never look back