“It’s late enough,
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all your kids should be home.”
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The policeman says
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as he takes your beer for his own.
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You remember,
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wondering what his wife thought
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about his occupation
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He knows that you were just chasing a dream
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to the town line and back and over again
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So he winks at your girls
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and tells you all “I’ll see you later”
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I was stealing kisses from a boy
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now I’m begging affection from a man
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in my house dress,
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don’t you know who I am,
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don’t you know who I am.
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Standing in your kitchen.
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It’s late enough,
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your husband’s dinner is cold,
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so you wrap it up and leave it for him on the stove.
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It’s probably the traffic again.
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Another important meeting.
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You haven’t talked to an adult all day,
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’cept for your neighbor who drives you crazy.
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When he finally gets in,
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he’s sure not in the mood for talkin’.
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I was stealing kisses from a boy
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now I’m begging affection from a man
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in my house dress,
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don’t you know who I am,
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don’t you know who I am.
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I’m standing in your kitchen.
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And hours become days,
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days become years.
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And you could burn down this town
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if they made matches from fear.
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Cause you’re no worse off than anybody else.
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hey, don’t you even know,
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don’t you even know yourself?
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So you’re standing outside your high school doors.
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The ones you walked through 20 years before,
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and you whisper to all the girls:
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“run, run, oh, run”
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I was stealing kisses from a boy
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now I’m begging affection from a man
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in my house dress,
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don’t you know who I am,
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don’t you know who I am.
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Take a look at who I am
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Take a look at who I am.
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I’m stealing kisses.
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Stealing kisses.
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Stealing Kisses
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| Faith Hill |
