we sit alone in the darkest corner   waitress comes and takes our order   and looks at us so suspiciously   it's plain to see that we're lovers   trying to be alone with each other   it's so hard for us to break free   she whispers softly, "i love you"   this ain't your average rendezvous      cause i'm in love with a married woman   and i don't care, i don't care who knows it   yes, i'm in love with a married woman   and on her left hand there's a wedding band   she wears faithfully   and i thank god she's married to me      no cheap hotel where we'll check-in   no other lives we'll be wrecking with alibis   to hide a cheaters kiss   cause if there's lipstick on my collar   you can bet your bottom dollar   it's the color she wears on nights like this   and every friday here at five   we try to keep the fire alive      cause i'm in love with a married woman   and i don't care, i don't care who knows it   yes, i'm in love with a married woman   and on her left hand there's a wedding band   she wears faithfully   and i thank god, i thank god   i thank god she's married to me