She kept a locket and a promise
Said she'll love him till she dies
But she was spotted in the garden
Wearing silk on a summer night
Kept a picture of her mister
In that locket round her throat
But at the motel she had wrote down
A name that was not her own
Imagine the look when she walked in
Darling, the walls are paper-thin
Heard every word through the door
We know that you're a
Why do they call it love
When it sounds like a Mayday?
Could somebody save me? Whoa
Honey, I'm burning up
And I know what you're saying
I wasn't made for this, whoa
Whoa
I wasn't made for this
Who woulda thought it, what a harlot
Thought the bellman in his head
As he carried someone married's
Handbag to a bachelor's bed
As he was leaving, heard her screaming
And a pounding on the wall
What an affair, said the concierge
As a banging filled the hall
Imagine the look when she walked in
Darling, the walls are paper-thin
Heard every word through the door
We know that you're a
Why do they call it love
When it sounds like a Mayday?
Could somebody save me? Whoa
Honey, I'm burning up
And I know what you're saying
I wasn't made for this
Whoa
I wasn't made for this, whoa
Whoa
I wasn't made for this, whoa
She kept a locket and a promise
Said she'll love him till she dies
What a crime scene, said the police
She stopped loving him that night
Said she'll love him till she dies
She'll stop loving him after tonight
Said she'll love him till she dies
She'll stop loving him after tonight
Why do they call it love
When it sounds like a Mayday?
Could somebody save me? Whoa
Honey, I'm burning up
And I know what you're saying
I wasn't made for this
