David:
Me and Mrs Beale,
A race to my heart, what a thrill
We got a thing going on
Oh, me and Mrs Beale,
We have it off in the old car lot,
And she’s in control
She runs to me, obsessively,
Me and Mrs Beale
Her heart is a game I can win,
Her head’s in a spin
When it’s just me and Mrs Beale
Me and Mrs Beale,
Oh, Mrs Beale, yes she’s Mrs Beale
She follows me,
To each step, I command
While she makes the plans
For it to be just me, and Mrs Beale
But she has to be extra careful,
But her family will never come first
Immerse yourself within the thrill of forgiveness
And owe the world what you hurt
Will I ever learn this lesson?
Or am I destined for it to forever be
Just me and Mrs Beale?
Cindy:
Life’s forever me and David Wicks,
When he’s not hanging with the boys,
He’s with me, and we’re having fun,
Running from under the sun
Me and Mr Wicks
Up to his bitter ex tricks,
So I don’t see
His complex vulnerability,
But I know him better when it’s
Just me and Mr Wicks
I love him and he loves me
(David: She’ll drown in sorrow if I say)
We will run, and I’ll be free
(David: I don’t want to hurt her)
He plants a kiss on my cheek,
And embraces me to sleep,
Life cannot be better
(David: Life would be better if it was not)
Just me and Mr Wicks
(David: Oh, me and Mrs Beale)