We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But she's such a nice booty to let it go now
We meet ev'ry day at the same motel
Without undies I know she'll be there
Clappin' hands, making all kinds of plans
While the neighorin' rooms complain about the noise
Me and Mrs Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But she's such a nice booty to let it go now
We gotta be extra careful
That we're not discovered by mr Jones
Cause he's a liner for the Chicago bears
Me, me and Mrs, Mrs Jones
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
And now she'll go her way, I'll go mine
But tomorrow we'll meet at the same place, the same time
Me and Mrs Jones