under the cover of the dark

my skin bathed in pretty moonlight

i closed his door behind me

just as i did every night

his wife, she works the long shift

leaving him alone with the moon

but she doesn’t know that i’m there

it’s something that i shouldn’t do

but you haven’t seen that man

haven’t seen his way with words

i’ve loved him all my life

but they’ve been married for most of hers

he tells me she’s evil

tells me he’d leave her

if it weren’t for the kids

and that wretched money fever

leave the perfume in the cabinet

he bought me for my twenty third

can’t take the risk she’d smell it

oh, what lines we’ve blurred

but you haven’t seen my man

i guess he’s not really mine

but he’s led me to moral ambivalence

each time we go out and dine

i have his affections i suppose

but that woman i still envy

she had him in the legal sense

before i even turned twenty

while i go home and cry

mascara running down my cheek

their kids run to her

oh, i feel so weak

but i wouldn’t have it any other way

my waking days so listless

it’s a long and lonely life

being her man’s mistress