Love Lite

It's got a third less heartaches than your regular love
With a sugar-free aftertaste of guilt that’s oh so slight
It's like sneakin’ to the kitchen for a bite of cold chicken at midnight
It's got a third less heartaches, Love Lite

They're at the No-tel Motel ever’ chance `at they get
They're like low-tar cigarettes that burn but not too bright
They know someday they’re gonna hafta pay the full price
Down at the No-tel Motel for Love Lite

It's sweet and Low
Slippin’ out the back door
It’s touch and go
But they got an appetite for a little bit more of that
Tasteless affair
And they don’t care what their conscience says
It don’t mean a thing they're just blowin’ off steam
Nobody gets hurt `cause they know for sure

It's got a third less heartaches than your regular love
With a sugar-free aftertaste of guilt that’s oh so slight
It's like sneakin’ to the kitchen for a bite of cold chicken at midnight
It's got a third less heartaches, Love Lite


© Richard Helm