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 next time you leave oh yeah
When you hit the road and disappear and leave me here
I'm not sure what you're doing out there
Or who you're doing Â...
Oh you're probably at some sweet hotel with some groupie sleeper
But what they hell
But 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
But it kills me
Such a bittersweet
Passion and Pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
I feel everything but guilty

Would it bother you to know he drinks your southern comfort when you're gone oh yeah
Would it both you to know he picks up your guitar and plays your songs oh yes he does
And I wear your fancy shirt to bed
Imagine I'm with you instead
But you're not here
No you're never here
But you're probably in the back of your bus satisfyin' your one night lust
But maybe that's just somethin' I tell myself

When I run my nails down his back
And he kisses me on my neck
He feels me
But it kills me
Such a bittersweet
Passion and Pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
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
But it kills me
It's a bittersweet
Passion and Pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh baby I feel everything but guilty

And would it bother you