Bored at home, that's not quite right.
So you decided to leave late one night.
You met a girl. (Was she pretty?)
Got a bit drunk. (Didja feel shitty?)
Next thing you know,
You're some place new, it's not home.
Next thing you know you're taking off your clothes,
Hoping, praying that no one but her knows.
You met her at Suzy's?
Didn't ya, didn't ya?
What about your family, kids and wife?
I hope you live with this guilt for the rest of your life.
In the morning you'll totter home,
Hoping and praying your wife won't ever know.