Chris De Burgh

I'm living with a guilty secret, deep in my heart,
Living in a guilty secret life;
We meet at night, we stay out late,
And we avoid the man who makes her life so bad,
'Cos he doesn't want her, the way that I want her,
He doesn't need her the way I do;
The phone is hot with whispered words,
And when we can't speak we have textual delight,
'Cos he doesn't need her, the way that I need her,
He doesn't love her the way I do;
We're living with a guilty secret deep in our hearts,
Living in a guilty secret life,
And anytime I want to see her,
Just have to dream, I love her;
Oh it's alright, 'cos we've got time
- A good thing's worth waiting for -
And it's my life and I can say that
She's mine, mine, mine;
There was a time, he was my friend,