Every Third Monday

Lyrics

[Verse 1] He drives to Charlotte every third Monday And checks into the Twelve Oaks Motel He calls it business, and he calls the number Of a woman he knows all too well [Chorus] Every third Monday, when his wife packs his suitcase He looks her straight in the eye And every third Monday, he finds a new way To sell her that same old lie [Verse 2] Back home in Atlanta, in a cafe for lovers She slips off her gold wedding ring To the stranger in a back booth, she whispers, "I'd love to" Two can play at this old cheatin' game [Chorus] 'Cause every third Monday, when she packs his suitcase She looks him straight in the eye And every third Monday, she finds a new way To sell him that same old lie [Outro] 'Cause every third Monday, he finds a new way To sell her that same old lie