The One You Go Home To Songtext
von Chris Shiflett
The One You Go Home To Songtext
How is it that you make me
Keep walkin′ out the door
I leave my wife and children
Even though I swore
Last time was the last time
I'd risk all for you
Thank God I′m not the one you go home to
You're a liar, you're a cheat
You′re a lover, just what I need
We′re both so damn good at being untrue
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
Don′t come asking questions
Oh, 'cause we′re not here to talk
If you get to feeling guilty
Well, you're goin′ to get us caught
And that poor woman of yours
Oh, she ain't got a clue
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
You′re a liar, you′re a cheat
You're a lover, just what I need
We′re both so damn good at being untrue
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
I bet he don′t know to wonder
Where it is you go
That poor ol' gal, she probably just sittin′ up
Waitin' on you, got dinner sittin' on the stove
You should feel like an ass
While we′re layin′ in cheap bedsheets soaked with me and you
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
You′re a liar, you're a cheat
You′re a lover, just what I need
We're both so damn good at being untrue
Thank God I′m not the one you go home to
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
Did you lose the key
Where's the damn key to the room
God dammit woman
Is the bull closed or what
Keep walkin′ out the door
I leave my wife and children
Even though I swore
Last time was the last time
I'd risk all for you
Thank God I′m not the one you go home to
You're a liar, you're a cheat
You′re a lover, just what I need
We′re both so damn good at being untrue
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
Don′t come asking questions
Oh, 'cause we′re not here to talk
If you get to feeling guilty
Well, you're goin′ to get us caught
And that poor woman of yours
Oh, she ain't got a clue
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
You′re a liar, you′re a cheat
You're a lover, just what I need
We′re both so damn good at being untrue
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
I bet he don′t know to wonder
Where it is you go
That poor ol' gal, she probably just sittin′ up
Waitin' on you, got dinner sittin' on the stove
You should feel like an ass
While we′re layin′ in cheap bedsheets soaked with me and you
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
You′re a liar, you're a cheat
You′re a lover, just what I need
We're both so damn good at being untrue
Thank God I′m not the one you go home to
Thank God I'm not the one you go home to
Did you lose the key
Where's the damn key to the room
God dammit woman
Is the bull closed or what
Writer(s): Elizabeth Cook, Christopher Shiflett, Aaron Raitiere Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com