🎶 CHORUS: You come here first, then go home late, Kiss her lips with my perfume on your face. She gets your lies, I get your thirst— She might be your wife, but I come first. I don’t need roses, I don’t need rings, I’ve got your voice on my phone when it sings. She plays the part, but I’m your curse— Yeah, she’s your girl, but I come first. 🎶 VERSE 1: She posts your pics, those weekend smiles, While you’re in my bed with your hands on trial. You say you love her, sure, that’s sweet— But your hands don’t shake when you lie to me. I don’t pretend, I know the deal, You love the thrill, I love the feel. You say it’s wrong — oh, babe, I know, But you still show up when the curtains close. 🎶 CHORUS: You come here first, then go home late, Kiss her lips with my perfume on your face. She gets your lies, I get your thirst— She might be your wife, but I come first. I don’t need flowers, I don’t need names, I’ve got your heat, she’s got your games. She plays the saint, I quench your worst— Yeah, she’s your life, but I come first. 🎶 VERSE 2: I don’t cry, and I don’t cling, I like my love without a ring. You come and go like midnight tide, But I’m the reason you still lie. Don’t say you’re torn, don’t call it fate, You made your bed in two postcodes, mate. But one of us gets truth and skin— And it’s not her you’re drowning in. 🎶 CHORUS: You come here first, then vanish fast, Like guilt in silk that doesn’t last. She gets your name, I get your nerve— You say it’s wrong, but you’ve got nerve. I don’t ask more, I know this game, But when you moan, it’s not her name. She gets the vows, I get the thirst— Yeah, I’m not the wife… But I come first. 🎶 OUTRO: She gets your hand, I get your hunger, She gets years, I get younger. She holds your past, I hold your worst— So say what you want… I still come first.
