Mark Chesnutt

We sit alone in the darkest corner,
Waitress comes and takes our order,
She looks at us so suspiciously...
It's plain to see that we're lovers,
Trying to be alone with each other,
It's so hard for us to break free.
She whispers softly, "I love you..."
This ain't your average rendevous...
'Cause I'm in love with a married woman,
And I don't care, don't care who knows it.
I'm in love with a married woman,
And on her left hand is a wedding band
She wears faithfully.
And I thank God,
She's married to me.
No cheap motel where we'll check in,
No other lives we'll be wreckin',
With alibis to hide a cheater's kiss.
'Cause if there's lipstick on my collar,
Well, you can bet your bottom dollar,
It's the colour she wears,
Oh, on nights like this...
And every Friday here at 5...
I try to keep the fire alive...
'Cause I'm in love with a married woman,
And I don't care, don't care who knows it.
I'm in love with a married woman,
And on her left hand is a wedding band
She wears faithfully.
And I thank God,
I thank God...
I thank God,
She's married to me.