a double life without a single flaw. Covered with
 honey, smothered in blood, while she was married, buried in the mud. I don't
 know where I'm going to. But you don't know where I've been. She don't care
 what I'm going through. But you don't know where I've been. She's got a guilty
 smile. I've got a hunch or two. I'll never know her like the flies on the
 wall. Like a feather, it gently fell. Like Heather, they kiss and tell. I
 don't know where I'm going to. But you don't know where I've been. She don't
 care what I'm going through. But you don't know where I've been