You don’t know your husband like you think you do
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Girl, I could tell you somethin’ about the man you’re married to
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You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you
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You don’t know your husband
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Well the last the time you caught him, I was sitting on his lap
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He had his hand up under my sweater ruubbin’ on my back
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He was lookin’ in my eyes, tellin’ you lies it was all I could take
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You can bet I’m woman enough to tell it to your face…
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You don’t know your husband like you think you do
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Girl, I could tell you somethin’ about the man you’re married to
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You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you
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You don’t know your husband, not the way I do
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Well he tells me that he’s leaving you, then he tells me he’s gonna stay
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Un-uh, girl, He’s gotta swear he wants us, honey, he can’t have it both days
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Speaking of lies, he told me last night he was drinking at some bar
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And I then found him in the backset with another woman in the backseat your car
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You don’t know your husband like you think you do
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Girl, I could tell you somethin’ about the man you’re married to
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You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you
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You don’t know your husband, not the way I do
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You don’t know your husband, not the way I do
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You Don't Know Your Husband
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| Sunny Sweeney |
