| Saturday evening your honey and you,
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| Lay back on the sofa watching the tube.
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| The telephone rings, you jump to your feet,
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| Don’t answer that honey I know it’s for me.
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| Sneaking around, sneaking around,
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| Midnight romances the wrong side of town.
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| You build it all up and you tear it all down
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| Ain’t no good can come from your sneaking around.
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| You put on your coat and sweetly you smile,
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| You say you’re gonna step out for a while.
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| Down to the tavern for just one or two.
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| She knows where you’re going 'Cause she ain’t no fool.
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| Sneaking around, sneaking around,
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| Midnight romances the wrong side of town.
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| You build it all up and you tear it all down
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| Ain’t no good can come from your sneaking around.
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| It’s 3 in the morning as you stumble in,
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| She ain’t there to ask you where have you been.
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| The house is all empty, she’s nowhere around,
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| She got too lonely from your sneaking around.
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| Sneaking around, sneaking around,
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| Midnight romances the wrong side of town.
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| You build it all up and you tear it all down
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| Ain’t no good can come from your sneaking around.
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| Sneaking around, sneaking around,
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| Midnight romances the wrong side of town.
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| You build it all up and you tear it all down
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| Ain’t no good can come from your sneaking around… |