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Chorus
I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be
I feel like writing you a letter but thatâs not me [x2]
Verse One
Stepped through the front door, took my coat off and put my bag down
12 hour shift at work, so Iâm glad now Iâm home
Proceed to the kitchen for H2O
Saw the back light on so shouted âHoney you home?â
Then I heard a whisper, could have sworn it sounded like a Mister
Somewhere in my mind I know there is the chance
That my wife could be cheating cos she distant
And if I could confirm it I would leave her in an instant
She in kitchen now she looking all suspicious
Reaching for a towel like she just cleaned the dishes
Nonetheless I put my arm around her gave her kisses
She took a plate of food from in the oven looks delicious
She offered me some white wine so I gave the green light
But something bout that back door doesnât seem right
It was open just a little so I pushed it
And at that very moment heard a rustle in the bushes
So kept looking she saw I wasnât happy
So turned on the radio attempting to distract me
I turned and asked her âwhat could that be?â
The neighbourâs cat playing in the back? She said âexactlyâ
But deep down already made my mind up
And plus she had the jitters; broke the bottle cleaned the wine up
She sweating cos her head is getting wetter
Should I make an accusation or just leave and write a letter?
Chorus
Verse Two
I received a message saying I will meet you at eight on my phone
But I realized Iâd made a mistake
We both got the same phone; I didnât take the right one
Someone is meeting with my wife I think I might come
Go, whatever, Iâve gotta find out
Cos Iâll be damned if this is going on in my house
They probably take me for a jerk but this
Jerk is about to take time off work
She turns up at lunch time to bring me my phone
But also to check on the time Iâll be home
I said eleven as usual
The voice inside my head is saying canât you see sheâs using you?
But my eyes gotta see it
If youâre looking for the most naïve my wifeâs gotta be it
Now itâs like seven thirty
And my girly aint got any clue Iâm coming home early
And I wanna divert me by
Thinking maybe what I donât know wonât hurt me
And now my heart is really racing
And Iâm hesitating cos Iâm so afraid of what Iâm facing
But deep down already made my mind up
Itâs eight on the button and my times up
And my eyes are getting wetter
Should I kick down this door or just mail through this letter?
Chorus
Outro Verse
Stepped through the front door, took my coat off and put my bag down
12 hour shift at work, so Iâm glad now Iâm home
Proceed to the kitchen for H2O
Saw the back light on so shouted âHoney you home?â
Then I heard a whisper, could have sworn it sounded like a Mister
Somewhere in my mind I know there is the chance
That my wife could be cheating cos she distant
And if I could confirm it I would leave her in an instant
Chorus
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