(Theme From) The Girl In The Affair

Our love is freedom.
Our love is free from all those married things
that raise their ugly heads.
Our love is distant.
There's no committment.
There might be something better up ahead instead..
Our love is so safe.
You live in another state.
It's just the sad, sad fate to be
THE GIRL IN THE AFFAIR.

Bah baaah. Bah baaah.
Bah baaah. Bah baaah.

Our love is secret.
But it's so grown up.
No one else to suspect anything at all.
But when you come visit me,
you give your love so openly.
It's just the sad, sad fate to be
THE GIRL IN THE AFFAIR.

She's not suppose to care.
THE GIRL IN THE AFFAIR.
She's not suppose to care.
But she did this time.
And she's breaking every rule.
She's handing her heart to you.

THE GIRL IN THE AFFAIR.
Bah baaah. Bah baaah...

But when you come visit me...

GIRL IN THE AFFAIR...

Karen By Night

Karen, she's my boss at the shoestore.
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue.
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F-Train.
Karen says, "Honey, make this your last time."
But we like her. She's fun but approachable;
dresses in style; pretty conservative.
We aske her, "Hey. come out with us after work."
But Karen, she always denies.

And we talk about KAREN BY NIGHT.
Imagine she must lead a very dull life.
With just a cat or a book by her side.
We know her by day, but we don't know
KAREN BY NIGHT.

In the stock room searching for a 9-B,
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone.
She said, "Meet me at the club,
there's a shipment coming in,
and I can't pull this one off alone."
Well I didn't know what to think.
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen than realized.
Well I had to know,
so I followed her home.
I could not believe my eyes.

And then I saw KAREN BY NIGHT.
The leather comes out under the moonlight.
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike.
Looking like young Marlon Brando.
KAREN BY NIGHT.

Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand
and a cigarette dangling from her bright, red lips.
She looked like she was looking for someone.
Like she was looking for a fight.
Then a young, blonde buck walked in--
she grabbed him by the collar.
She kissed him hard on the mouth
and slapped him on the cheek.
Then I thought she spied me
in the corner of her eye.
So I ran outside.
But all night, all I could think about was
KAREN BY NIGHT.

The next morning, I'm late as usual.
Karen's there fresh as a daisy.
She says with a smile, "Why you look like Hell.
And where were you last night?"

KAREN BY NIGHT.
Imagine she must lead a very dull life...
KAREN BY NIGHT.
The leather comes out under the moonlight...
Looking like young Marlon Brando.
Wish I could be more like
KAREN BY NIGHT.