Unfaithful.

My tongue dances behind these lips

Your hands wrapped round these tiny hips.

Your shadows strays in my hall

Your dusty sillowette hangs there tall.

Behind the curtains your eyes really hide

Towards the bed where the evil is discised.

All hope is left under the empty glass

Along with your wedding ring, shineing brass.

All the roumours you say un-true

Turns out it's hard to be faithful to you too.