This is a retro, 50's style ditty sung by my lovely wife Susan on this raw recording, but wewould love to hear the Noizettes do a version.

Every day, I leave his arms and come to you, and each time I could cry a million tears.
Every night, he's there as I turn out the light, but I'd never lkeave him in a million years
Still I come to you, yes I come to you, with open arms you're waiting at your door
Every night, I klss him and I hold him tight, and every time I nearly call your name
Every day, I come to you but think of him 'cos in my heart I love him just the same
So I come to you, yes I come to you, with open arms you're waiting at your door
still I come to you with open arms, so good to know it's me you're waiting for
Why do you whisper? Can't you tell me out loud? Why must we hide away from the bustling crowd?
Why can't you tell them you love me true?
Is it 'cos I';m a secet too?
So I come to you, yes I come to you, with open arms you're waiting at your door
still I come to you with open arms, so good to know it's me you're waiting for