You say you love a married man, You say he treats you like a queen.
Like no other man you've known, like no other man you've seen.
The good ones are taken and he's breaking a vow that's not yours anyway.
So why not live life to the hilt and hope that guilt will fade.
But Girl, don't love that married man. There's no way to make it right.
And no matter how you try, you won't win his heart tonight.
Once I loved a married man. I caused another woman's pain.
Put my own selfish desire above her home, above her shame.
How could I tell her of his stellar most attractive quality?
Her husband had the charm of Unavailability.
Girl, don't love that married man. You just kill yourself inside.
And no matter how you try, you won't win his heart tonight.
So now you love a married man; you think you are his only one,
His only OTHER one, that is, but he is out to have his fun.
You'll cry your tears, he'll disappear, When fun for him you cease to be.
He doesn't need another wife or another Self to flee.
Girl, don't love that married man. He can't fit you in his life.
And no matter how you try, you won't win his heart tonight.
Girl, don't love that married man. There's no way to make this right.
And no matter how you try, you won't win his heart tonight.