I hid in the back seat of your car
Underneath the dirt and the sweat
You drove through states to see that "someone borrowed, someone new"
He salutes as he removes your shirt
And the stereo sang
"Who's in your heart is not always who's in your bed"
He kisses your neck, I kissed your hand
He is your lover, and your love is just your friend.
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