When my lips get kissed it's just from force of habit
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For a long long time I've known what's going on
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His pretending hasn't fooled me for a minute
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And it's duty not desire that brings him home
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My heart is a foot stool he uses and he only takes advantage of my love
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The woman in me he abuses cause it's duty not desire that brings him home
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Oh does he think I'm such a fool that I don't notice
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The changes that have taken a place in him
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Where once there was pession now there's coldness
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And the love once burning bright now burns so dim
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My heart is a foot stool he uses...
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Yes it's duty not desire that brings him home
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Duty Not Desire
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
