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