My heart pounds loudly
I pray it won't give me away.
My breathing comes out in small pants,
adrenaline pumps in my veins.
This thing I do every Friday night,
lord, it gives me such a fright
but such a thrill.
My window creaks as I hop out into the night,
I look around to see if anyone else is in sight.
I walk away and glance around.
It just won't do if I'm found.
My secret sneaking is dangerous
for on these nights I meet my lover.