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