A corny bit of song lyrics.

 “Having an Affair (A Rock Love Song)” — Styx-style 


[Verse 1]

She came in like a whisper from a lost arcade,

Lipstick sharp as her switchblade serenade.

From the shadows of Crystal Ball, she took her aim—

A queen of secrets, dressed in late-night fame.


[Pre-Chorus]

We danced in twilight, hearts set to overload,

Caught between the Grand Illusion and the open road.

Every word she spoke was dipped in fire,

A love forbidden, but the stakes climbed higher.


[Chorus]

I’m having an affair with danger and delight,

A kiss in the dark where wrong feels right.

Synths pulse like sirens, guitars scream despair,

But I can’t let go… I’m having an affair.


[Verse 2]

She plays her part on a stage of silhouettes,

Like a runaway dream or Lorelei’s regrets.

We’re living lines from some forgotten tune,

Spinning fast, like a record scratched by the moon.


[Bridge]

This love—like Renegade hearts—it can’t be tamed,

No vows, just verses we’ll never name.

She said, “Love me like a Styx refrain,”

Bold and tragic, beautiful pain.


[Chorus]

I’m having an affair with danger and delight,

A touch so electric it rewrites the night.

Lights flicker, the past disappears in the glare,

Hold me tighter—I’m having an affair.


[Outro]A synth solo swells like memory on fire,

Tears in technicolor, wired with desire.

As the curtain falls, I say a silent prayer—

Let the echo live on…

I’m having an affair.

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