It was electric from the moment they crossed paths Actively attracted but attempting to walk past Temptation makes impatient impulses pump through married men So just stop breathe, count to three Is she worth it?
Whatever this is it doesn’t feel right Baby, think about your kids You’re not putting up a fight We could make love tonight But you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning light So just stop, breathe, count to three Get your head right like:
I put the I in lie Cause I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat And baby bang bang, kiss kiss You and I got to put an end to this We cheat, cheat, cheat I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat If you’re unfaithful put your hands in the air, Hands in the air, hands in the air Like you’re under arrest, with a guilty conscience Stick em up if you’ve got a guilty conscience
She married young It was a mistake She had a son Reluctant father; he upped and walked away She meets a man who craves her company likes she’s craving his But honey if he seems too good to be true Well, guess what? He probably is
Whatever this is it doesn’t feel right So just stop, breathe, count to three Get your head right like:
I put the I in lie Cause I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat And baby bang bang, kiss kiss You and I got to put an end to this We cheat, cheat, cheat I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat If you’re unfaithful put your hands in the air, Hands in the air, hands in the air Like you’re under arrest, with a guilty conscience Stick em up if you’ve got a guilty conscience
And it’s just lust Nothing to write home about Cause it’s just trust Nothing to be messed around with It might’ve 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 Whatever this is (You’re not putting up a fight)
I put the I in lie Cause I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat And baby bang bang, kiss kiss You and I got to put an end to this We cheat, cheat, cheat I’m a cheat, cheat, cheat If you’re unfaithful put your hands in the air, Hands in the air, hands in the air Like you’re under arrest, with a guilty conscience Stick em up if you’ve got a guilty conscience
Did you sell yourself out? They lay together in the silent aftermath Butterflies subsiding but they can never look backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
