She's got her sweet children
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She's got her house she's got some land
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Her earthly possessions
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She's got a ring upon her hand
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She tried to be a good girl
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She tried to make everything right
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She tried to kill the voices
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That haunt her each and every night
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She looks up to heaven
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And wonders why love is so cruel
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She loves him won't hurt him
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Can't stop the wanting of you
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She married in high school
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Oldest was well upon her way
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But that wild night Chicago
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It's left a mark she can't erase
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A phase you'll just get over
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That's what her friends have always said
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You dip your toes in water
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She's in way over her head
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She looks up to heaven
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And wonders why love is so cruel
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She loves him won't hurt him
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Can't stop the wanting of you
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Keeping her desire paralyzed
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She catches in the corner of her eyes
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Tank top, smooth skin, soft lips, tanned thighs
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How the hell's this ache ever gonna die
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And we make our choices
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Doing what wee think is good
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We deny our own dreams
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'Cause we think we've been told we should
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We think we've been told we should
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She looks up to heaven
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And wonders why love is so cruel
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She loves him won't hurt him
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Can't stop the wanting of you
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The Wanting Of You
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Melissa Etheridge |