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 tell her that platonic love never counts
A-dul-te-ry
A-dul-te-ry, 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
He shouts: "Yes!"
And figures that it's a good time to confess
To a-dul-te-ry,
A-dul-te-ry, A-dul-te-ry
Tears in the morning
A-dul-te-ry, A-dul-te-ry
No signs of warning
A-dul-te-ry
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, A-dul-te-ry
tears in the morning
A-dul-te-ry, A-dul-te-ry
No signs of warning
A-dul-te-ry, A-dul-te-ry
A-dul-te-ry
