Lyrics: Destin Devon Conrad/Vanisha Gould/Alexander Ben-Abdallah/Ryan James Carr/Michael Daniel Foster/Keyon Harrold/Austin D. Brown
Music: Destin Devon Conrad/Vanisha Gould/Alexander Ben-Abdallah/Ryan James Carr/Michael Daniel Foster/Keyon Harrold/Austin D. Brown
A lonely detective
Had a secret to tell
His martini dirty
I guess it suits him well
His lips, they're soft
And he kisses me well
And his eyes are sharp
They cut through my shell
He's got a wife and kids
That don't know what he's up to
Pictures on the fridge, don't know who you're making love to
And pardon my French
But I don't give a **** too
Be another fool to a lonely detective
A lonely detective
I think I'm lonely as him
He's got a house in Texas
I think I'm moving in
And my eyes know his grin
The same grin he shows his children
And my lips know his skin
Ooh
And I know all his friends
You don't even know him
But I know myself and I know I got a thing for
You better quit while you're ahead
I can't quit him now
It's only been three months
It's actually been three months and six days and quarter of a night
Ooh
I think I got a thing for a lonely detective
I see him all the time
I know this is reckless, I'll turn myself in
Turn yourself in
He's a lonely lonely detective
A lonely one
A lonely detective
A lonely one
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely detective
A lonely one
Lonely, lonely, lonely
A lonely detective
Lonely detective