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Текст: Copeland. Part-Time Lover.

Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover

If she's with me I'll blink the lights
To let you know tonights the night
For me and you my part-time lover

We are undercover passions on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right

If I'm with friends and we should meet
Just pass my by, don't even speak
Know the word's discreet when part-time lovers

But if there's some emergency
Have a male friend to ask for me
Then she won't seem to be my part-time lover

We are undercover passions on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right

I've got something that I should tell
Last night someone rang our doorbell
It was not you, part-time lover

And then a man called our exchange
But did not want to leave his name
Two can play the game of part-time lovers

We are undercover passions on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, feeling so right