Sneaking Around

Baby, you come whisper at my door
What do I open it for?
I'm always happy to see your face
Even though you are disgrace.

I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around

Hide your smile it's broad daylight
And don't start thinking about last night
You can't say these things out loud
But I'm not leaving and [Bm]I'm not proud.

I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around

Do me the honor of holding my [A]hand [Bm]on [C7]the plane
Take me on [C7]public tɾansit
Express your feelings on [C7]the tɾain
We tɾavel together over time zones and [Bm]weather
Never ɾeally touching the ground.

The only evidence I have
Dirty pictures in my [A]bag.
Am I ever going to [C7]see where you [A7live?
Am I ever going to [C7]meet your kid?

I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around
I'm sick of sneaking around