A lonely detective had a secret to tell His Martini dirty, I guess it suits him well His lips, they're soft, and he kisses me well And his eyes are sharp, they cut through my shell, mmh
He's got a wife and kids that don't know what he's up to Pictures on the fridge, don't know who you're makin' love to And pardon my French, but I don't give a fuck to Be another fool to another lonely detective
A lonely detective, I think I'm lonely as him He's got a house in Texas, I think I'm movin' in
And my eyes knows green (This ain't green he shows his children) And my lips knows skin (Ooh, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo) And I know all his friend (You don't even know him) But I know myself and I know I got the thing for You better quit while you're ahead I can't quit him now It's only been three months It's actually been three months And six days and a quarter of a night, mmh (Ooh)
I think I got a thing for a lonely detective I see him all the time (Woah) I know this is reckless, I turn myself in (Turn yourself in, turn yourself in) He's a lonely, lonely detective
A lonely what? A lonely detective (Ooh) A lonely what? A lonely detective (Lonely, lonely, lonely) A lonely what? A lonely detective (Lonely, lonely, lonely, woah) Lonely detective
Compositores: DESTIN CONRAD, Vanisha Gould, Louie Lastic, Ryan James Carr, Dan Foster, Keyon Harrold, Austin D. Brown & “Crazy” Mike Foster