All the talk, that's going around town From me and maryann Is getting you down down down And I'm aware of all your friends Calling you fool
Trying to show you the place To where I'm using you you you After all these years we've been together I would think by now you would know me better
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you Now I can understand You bein' all upset The whole town's laughing
And talking behind your back But I shouldn't have to remind you How low down people are They see us doing good
What better way to tear us apart Just remember, before you walk out the door The words I told you "twelve long years ago" I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you
I don't wanna hurt you no, no, no I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you I don't wanna hurt you no, no, no Because you mean so much to me baby And I'll give you all I got If you want it so I'd rather hurt myself, hurt myself, hurt myself Than ever hurt you
Compositores: Homer Banks, Carl Mitchell Hampton (Hampton Carl M) ECAD: Obra #6348 Fonograma #12463605