Addictive

Sitting here on the bed in my hotel room
Housekeeper comes in with a broom
Says she has cottonmouth
"Help me,help you"
I release my stress in her mouth
She gets off her knees
give her a tip,because she had nice tits.

On my way to work,secretary being flirty
We on lunch break getting dirty.
Got her on the copy machine
filling her up with some of that good protein.

Head home to the wife,
She knows the smell,
Coming at me with a knife.
Another lie to tell
to save my life.

We make love on the bed,
forget every lie we ever said.
We lay there and stare at the ceiling.
Thinking about what we are deceiving
and what we want to believe in.

We know were bad,
but alone we're are sad
This marriage is dead
And we know where it has lead

We are becoming vindictive
and the messing around has become addictive.