She kept a locket and a promise Said she'll love him till she dies But she was spotted in the garden Wearing silk on a summer night Kept a picture of her mister In that locket round her throat But at the motel she had wrote down A name that was not her own Imagine the look when she walked in Darling the walls are paper-thin Heard every word through the door We know that you're a... Why do they call it love When it sounds like a Mayday? Could somebody save me? Whoa Honey I'm burning up And I know what you're saying I wasn't made for this, whoa Whoa I wasn't made for this "Who woulda thought it, what a harlot" Thought the bellman in his head As he carried someone married's Handbag to a bachelor's bed As he was leaving, heard her screaming And a pounding on the wall "What an affair", said the concierge As a banging filled the hall Imagine the look when she walked in Darling the walls are paper-thin Heard every word through the door We know that you're a... Why do they call it love When it sounds like a Mayday? Could somebody save me? Whoa Honey I'm burning up And I know what you're saying I wasn't made for this Whoa I wasn't made for this, whoa Whoa I wasn't made for this, whoa She kept a locket and a promise Said she'll love him till she dies "What a crime scene", said the police She stopped loving him that night Said she'll love him till she dies She'll stop loving him after tonight Said she'll love him till she dies She'll stop loving him after tonight Why do they call it love When it sounds like a Mayday? Could somebody save me? Whoa Honey I'm burning up And I know what you're saying I wasn't made for this