We meet every single day at the same old place, at the same old time, with the same state of mind. Me and her together, but we know it ain't forever, we just happy for the time, the weed and the wine. The walks in the park, escapades in the dark, we knew how it had to be right from the very start, cause I got obligations and she's in a situation that she can't escape, so this is our thing. Holding hands, a smile, a glance, a kiss and a dance, but we can't take a chance on getting caught, so we stick to a plan, cause we both got another and they couldn't understand. Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, I wouldn't call it love, but it's damn so strong, it ain't about doing dirt, or living like a flirt, but what they don't know, don't know, me and Mrs. Jones. Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. The very first time I met her, I saw her from across the room, and instantly we both became consumed by the thought of she and I being together, so I headed in her direction for some closer inspection, I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a satin texture, the feeling she gave me was more than I could measure, and right away I knew I had to have her with me, if not with me then maybe just to hit me, she got pinpoint skill and precision in the walk, and the way that she talk, make my mouth turn to chalk, she give me everything that I don't get at home, and it seems like I'm her man cause hers is always gone now, tell me what love got to do with it, look as we both feel good when we kicking it, some might say that I'm rogue and I should leave her alone, but me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones. It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other, and we're a whole lot more than just part time lovers, cause when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve em, but her life is not revolved around our involvement, I'm a shark or Zulu and she's my fantasy, but deep down inside we know that we could never be any more than what we are, a phone call in the car, a bite to eat with a movie and a drink at the bar, when all of a sudden right out of the blue my lady got a clue on what we was up to, and wait a minute damn, from what I understand it seems that my woman's been talking to a man, since we both been in love with the people at home, it looks like we just don't have to leave it alone, cause I got a woman and she's got a man, so that's how it goes, and that's how it ends, me and Mrs, Mrs, Mrs, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, me and Mrs, Mrs, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, yeah, we used to meet at the same place, same time, used to sit and talk it over, talk it over, me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, yeah.