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Guilty
Would it bother you, to know his hands have been all over me?
Would it bother you to know, I’ll run to him next time you leave? (oh yeah)
When you hit the road and disappear and leave me here
I'm not sure what your doin' out there, or who or doin' it with
You're probably in some suite hotel with some groupie whore but what the hell
Or maybe that’s just something I tell myself
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When I run my nails down his back, and he kisses me on my neck
He fills me, but it kills me
Such a bittersweet passionate pain I bite my lip not to scream your name
Ooohh baby I feel everything
But guilty
Would it bother you to know he drinks your southern comfort when you’re gone? (oh yeah)
Would it bother you to know he picks up your guitar and plays your songs? (oh yes he does)
And I wear your band t-shirt to bed, imagine I'm with you instead
But you’re not here, no you're never here
You’re probably in the back of your bus satisfying your one night lust,
Or maybe that something I just tell myself
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Would it bother you to know he says he’s in love with me?
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Would it bother you?
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