| Yes, I thought that you were true when I fell in love with you
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| For you told me you always would play square
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| Then I learned you had a home, that your wife had not gone wrong
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| And our love was just a backstreet affair
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| Was too late to say no when I found you’d fooled me so
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| For as time passed on I’d learned too much to care
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| Though I knew I must atone, but my will was not my own
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| I’m paying for that backstreet affair
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| You didn’t count the cost, you gambled and I lost
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| Now I must pay with hours of deep despair
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| You still can live your life with a true, forgiving wife
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| But I can’t live down our backstreet affair
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| The love I gave so free is left to torture me
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| Though I know it’s hopeless and it isn’t fair
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| But, still I must go on while the gossips spread are wrong
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| I’m paying for that backstreet affair |