He is in the dark as of yet about his unfaithful wife
And he know absolutely nothing of her adulterous life
On weekday mornings at ten thirty her young lover calls around
Whilst he works on house foundations with his pick axe breaking ground.
He is better off not knowing it would break his heart in two
If he knew whilst he's been working what his darling is up to
And she hugs him when he goes home whispering precious I love you
What we don't know does not hurt us and these words ring ever true.
Though through the eyes of others we cannot profess to see
How come his wife is unfaithful to good fellow such as he?
Perhaps she craves for attention and of her needs he's not aware
And for the love she feels she's lacking she has turned to look elsewhere.
Like most hard working people he doesn't have much gain to show
And his wife has got a lover and he doesn't even know
And she hugs him when he goes home whispering precious I love you
What we don't know does not hurt us and these words ring ever true.
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