You touched me on sight, never expected you to break my heart
I guess I was naïve
Each tree has its leaves but never thought the burden
Will be that heavy
Never thought I was falling for a Family man
How is it gonna be?
Stealing moments just to be with me
Me being the other woman
Me being your Mistress with your Mrs. at home
Don't call me I'll call you typa thing
As mush as I love you…this feels, is, the end for us
Next time I'll look beyond what I see
Good love is much deeper than visuality