I sit there talking to myself
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Why can’t he turn it down?
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He keeps that TV up so loud that I can’t think
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Every time I turn a page
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He starts to talk about his day
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Can’t he see
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I’m trying to read
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It’s cold enough in here to freeze
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He keeps it 68 degrees
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What’s that man been thinking of
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In all the years we’ve been together
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You’d think he’d know me better than he does
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I sit there wondering to myself
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Why he wears the same old clothes
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With any sense, he’d know they’re out of style
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And damn that man why can’t he tell
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I’m dying in this house
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I ain’t been out on the town in quite a while
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And can’t he tell what mood I’m in
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The way I’ve got my back to him
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I don’t feel like making love
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In all the years we’ve been together,
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You’d think he’d know me better than he does
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I sit there thinking to myself
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Why he’s been coming home so late
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He knows that supper’s waiting on the stove
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I sit there lying to myself
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About the suitcase in the hall
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And the night I heard him call her on the phone
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Said he’d been thinking to himself
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The way I’ve treated him like hell
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That I’ve forgotten how to love
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And right before he drove away
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Through his tears I heard him say
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I don’t talk to him enough
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In all the years we’ve been together
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You’d think he’d know me better than he does
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In all the years we’ve been together
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Why don’t he know me better than he does?
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You'd Think He'd Know Me Better
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| Lorrie Morgan |
