Adultery - Little Comets

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

A-dul-te-ry, a-dul-te-ry

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 a-dul-te-ry, a-dul-te-ry

Tears in the morning

No signs of warning

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 think of the children

He wills as she spills

Tears from eyes

So tired and blinded

By subtext and lies

It’s a-dul-te-ry, a-dul-te-ry

No signgs of warning

Tears in the morning