Paul Anka
Double Life
Every day starts up the same
I face the girl who shares my name
She looks at me but doesn't see
A man who's living dangerously

At work I call her on the phone
Tell her that I won't be home
Tell her that I'm working late
To feed the kids, not to wait

Then with the love of my wife
My double life becomes reality
Then, from five until eight
One sits and waits
The other cries to me

There, behind thе door well closed
In a place whеre no one knows
Another man who's guilty of
Guilty of divided love

With a girl who's well aware
Of what I do and why I'm there
To her I give the best of me
Then hope to give the best of me
Then with the love of my wife
My double life becomes hyprocrisy
God, God only knows the life that I chose is how I've got to be
When I'm with my wife
The love of my life is in the heart of me

God, God only knows the life that I chose is how I've got to be
When I'm with my wife
The love of my life is in the heart of me

God, God only knows the life that I chose is how I've got to be