Call up, ring once, hang up the phone.
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To let me know you made it home.
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Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover.
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If she's with me I'll blink the lights.
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To let you know tonight's the night.
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For me and you, my part-time lover.
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We are undercover passions on the run,
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Chasing love up against the sun.
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We are strangers by day, lovers by night.
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Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right.
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If I'm with friends and we should meet,
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Just pass me by, don't even speak.
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Know the word's "discreet" with part-time lovers.
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But if there's some emergency.
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Have a male friend to ask for me.
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Then she won't seem to be my part-time lover.
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We are undercover passions on the run,
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Chasing love up against the sun.
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We are strangers by day, lovers by night.
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Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right.
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I've got something that I should tell.
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Last night someone rang our doorbell.
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It was not you, part-time lover.
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And then a man called our exchange.
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But did not want to leave his name.
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Two can play the game of part-time lovers.
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We are undercover passions on the run.
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Chasing love up against the sun.
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We are strangers by day, lovers by night.
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Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right.
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Part-Time Lover
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