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von John Craigie

You′ll go back to your husband
He did the work he won your heart
Any work I could've been doing
I never really got to start
There was a time when we could′ve tried but that time came and went
Typewriter street poet even she knows it
Ain't timing a bitch


Sometimes the road lets me win
Sometimes it drown me in bad weather
Sometimes it's worth getting sick
Just to feel yourself get better
But I can dance with you it ain′t against the rules
Even with your hand on the back of my neck
Two old fools we ain′t much for rules
Ain't timing a bitch

Squeeze me hard and crack my back
I don′t want to be sober tonight
There ain't nothing left in my stash
But there′s some drug sleeping in my spine
Set them free baby just like me, a little late I'll admit
Swore I heard you say as you were walking away
Ain′t timing a bitch