Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head, keep your eyes downTell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you returnTake the road less traveled byTell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful roomsEnds with meetings in parking lotsAnd that's the thing about illicit affairsAnd clandestine meetings and longing starest's born from just one single glanceBut it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times leave the perfume on the shelf