This is a tale of a boy, of a man
Of a girl, of a wife
For putting your hands
Into trousers and knickers
Can destroy a life
Tension grows
The signs of cavorting
Still cling to his clothes
Tension mounts
He tells her that
Platonic love never counts
It's adultery, adultery
Adultery, adultery
In every kitchen
There's people who listen
Through cracks in the walls
So she plays the fly
As he lets in his love
Through a sullied back door
She screams no
Her eyes are transparently
Starting to glow
She shouts yes
And figures that it's
A good time to confess
To adultery, adultery
Tears in the morning
Adultery, adultery
No signs of warning
Adultery
He never said he loved her that much
She never acts like she cared at all for conversation
So when you're living without being touched
There's no surprise
That there will be deviation
Everything's ending
There's no use pretending
Our couple are fine
Her love is expiring
While he sits perspiring
Just playing out time
Tension builds
Just thinks of the children
He wills and she spills
Tears from eyes
So tired and blinded
By subtext and lies
It's adultery, adultery
Adultery, adultery