Would it bother you
to know his hands
have been all over me?
And would it bother you
to know i'll run to him
the next time you leave?
Ohhh Yeahhh

When you hit the road
and disappear and leave me here
i'm not sure what you're doin out there
or who you're doin and where
Well you're probably at some sweet hotel
with some groopie whore well what the hell
oh maybe that's just something i tell myself

When i run my nails down his back
and he kisses me on my neck
he feels me oh and it kills me
such a bitter sweet passionate thing
i bite my lip not to scream your name
but baby I feel everything but guilty.

Would it bother you to know
he drinks your southern comfort
when you're gone?
Ohhh yeahh
And would it bother you to know
he picks up your guitar
and plays your songs?
Ohh Yes he does

And I wear your fancy shirt to bed,
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imagine i'm with you instead
but your not here no your never here.
well you're probably in the back of your bus,
satisfying your one night lust
or maybe that's just something I tell myself.

When i run my nails down his back
and he kisses me on my neck.
He feels me oh and it kills me,
it's a bitter sweet passionate thing.
I bite my lip not to scream your name,
but baby I feel everything but guilty.

Would it bother you to know he says he's in love with me.

When i run my nails down his back
and he kisses me on my neck.
He feels me oh and it kills me,
it's a bitter sweet passionate thing.
I bite my lip not to scream your name,
but baby I feel everything but guilty.

Would it bother you?




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Thanks to RockrChic69K for these lyrics

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