Who are ya gonna believe, me or my lyin eyes

My skin still smells of his scent, my lips still throb from his kiss,
I swore that I wouldn't see him again, but I am weak and can't resist.
His body kindles my fire,
He has fanned the dying embers of my desire.
My breasts still tingle from his touch,
My eyes are lyin to you, you shouldn't trust.
So many nights you turned your back,
Then he came along to give me what I lacked.
You were self contained, I was in need,
You turned a deaf ear to my body's plead.
What was I to do?, Curl up and die?
I felt rejection's sting and wondered why.
Now whenever you choose to touch me,
It's his face I see.
I made a promise to you for forever, steadfastly,
But my heart now belongs to him and wants to be free.
You own my body, but he owns my heart,
I burn and lust for him, when we must be apart.
I run to him and become alive in his bed,
When I lay at your side, my body is dead.
His body sates my endless hunger, upon it I feed,
For he craves me too, we fulfill each other's need.
When we rush to meet, our clothes litter the floor,
We are nude and embracing, as soon as we close the door.
We are crazed by want, we are passion's beasts,
Our bodies devour each others, in a frenzied, gluttonous feast.
He takes me over and over again, with a lusty appetite,
He finds me quite appealing, my body is his delight.
I am keeping my secret, well disguised,
I hide it behind my lying eyes.

Music: Lyin Eyes