Guilty Lyrics
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 eh
When you hit the road
I disappear and leave me here
I'm not sure what you're doin' out there
or who you're doin' out there
But you're probably at some sweet hotel
with some groupy whore, but what the hell...
or maybe that's just something I tell myself
When I run my nails down his back and he kisses me on my neck, he fills me
Oh and it kills me
Such a bitter sweet passion pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh baby
I feel everything but guilty
Would it bother you
to know he drinks your Southern Comfort when you're gone?
Oh yeah eh
Would it bother you
to know he picks up your guitar and plays your songs? Oh yes he does
And I wear your bands T-shirt to bed
Imagine I'm with you instead
Play with my hair, boy, you're never here
Boy, you're probably at the back of your bus
Satisfying your one night lust
Or maybe that's just something I tell myself
When I run my nails down his back and he kisses me on my neck, he fills me
Oh and it kills me
Such a bitter sweet passion and pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh baby
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 fills me
Oh and it kills me
Such a bitter sweet passion and pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh baby
Oh oh oh yeah
Would it bother you?
yeah
I feel everything but guilty
