Think About It

She gives me all
But I don't give damn
Just want her here
Someone to hold my hand
No disrespect, no not from her
You know, whatshername
The one after Cher
She does the dishes
I don't cook or clean
She does just about everything
I just use her
She's my little prize
No need to tell her
About our little fling
With all my lies
She'll believe anything
Last thing I did for her
Was to make her cry
Damn! I'm so giving
I don't even try
Forgot her birthday
Anniversary too
She makes a comment
Nah that wouldn't do
Tell her to shut up
Just let me be
Why am I with her
Girl set me free
What was I thinking
Where was I going
Back to my bed
With out her knowing
About the drinking
About the sleaze
Now the bitch tells me
It's time to leave
What did she do for me
All I did for her
Amounts to nothing
So what should I do
Stay in your arms
And do what we do
So bugger her
She can sit there and cry
I'll stay away
And wonder why

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