| 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
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| 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
|
| 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
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| And shake hands in the light of day |