Lyrics:

I've got a secret love
He is somebody that lives within the heart of me
Mr Jones, I love you
Mr Jones, I love you
I'm waiting, anticipating being with you

Me and Mr Jones, we got a thing going on
And we both know that it's so wrong
But much too strong to let it go now

We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty you know I know he'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song

Me and Mr. Mr. Jones, ooh, we've got this thing going on
Right now and I don't mind letting you know
And we both know that it's wrong
But much too strong to let it go now

We've gotta be extra careful
Baby, that we don't build our hopes up too high
Because he's got his own obligations and so, and so do I

Me and Mr Mr Jones
We've got this thing going on
And we both know that it's so wrong
Much, much too strong to let it go now

Well, it's time for us to be leaving
You know that it hurts so much, it just hurts so much inside
Baby, now he'll go his way and I'll go mine
Tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time

Me and Mr Mr Jones
We've got a thing going on
And I want to meet, talk with him at the same place, same time
We're gonna walk it over, talk it over, love it over
Baby, come on, I need you
Mr Jones, can't help but I need you
Jones, Jones

Is your name Mr Jones?
You look like my Mr Jones
Oh excuse me, is she your Mrs Jones?
You shoulda left her home
Jones, sometimes I call out his name
And sometime I wanna spell out his name
JONES, Jones
JONES, Jones
JONES, Jones
Remember where we used to meet?
That small cafe
And you used to look at me in a certain way
You used to sit there way back up in the corner
Waiting for me to make my grand entrance
And I'd walk in slowly
I couldn't miss you 'cause we were the only two meeting there
At the same place, same time
Every day, every day you are on my mind, Jones ooh
And I remember, I remember
I remember when we make love
Well, there's a particular sound that you make
And you used to hold it back
Cause you didn't want me to know just how you felt
And you'd moan like this
And when things really got out of hand
I'd started to talk like this
And I'd say, oh Jones, you make me say those things
I call you Jones
I like to call your name like this
Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones
Oh I love him I love him I love him
And I need him
Sure can't do without him, Jones
Oh Mr Jones, my Mr Jones
Mr Mr Jones, Mr Jones
Your name, your name, your name
Mr Jones, Mr Jones, Mr Jones