I borrowed another man's wife
just to see what it was like
she felt like an old sweater
I wish I had never met her
wearing someone else's clothes
but that's just how this story goes
a tale of twisted deceit
of two people caught in heat
stolen embers of a dying marriage
that relationship died in Paris
a bitter sweet honeymoon
they sealed their love in the catacombs.

Two wrongs don't make a right
yet still their passion did ignite
an unused match created a spark
on something new they would embark
but this relationship was doomed
from this maidens voyage
for jealousy did all but consume
because of one bad choice
let this be a warning I share
over a misguided affair
turning something blue
just to try something new.
I left her at Piccadilly station
waiting for a train
there's no way this relation
could ever happen again.