Night and day people will talk,
in suspicious, whispered shock.
Sly, clandestine lover's charade,
pulling the sheets on the bed they made.

I saw them by the shooter's booth
shadowed kisses, the awful truth!
My own best friend, ruined my life,
an affair to remember with my favorite wife !

So I ran to escape, north by northwest.
The grass is greener, I thought it best.
Life on a houseboat in buttonwood bay
living the dream, the Cary Grant way.