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Where That Came From

de Jessie James Decker

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?

When you hit the road and disappear
And leave me here, I'm not sure
What you're doin' out there
Or who you're doin' out with

Oh, you're probably at some sweet hotel
With some groupie 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
But it kills me

Such a bittersweet passion, pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh, baby
I feel everything but guilty

And would it bother you to know
He drinks your Southern Comfort when you're gone?
And would it bother you to know
He picks up your guitar and plays your songs?
Oh yes, he does!

And I wear your band's T-shirt to bed
Imagine I'm with you instead
Boy, you're not here
You know you're never here

Oh, you're probably at the back of your bus
Satisfyin' 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
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

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
But it kills me

It's a bittersweet passion, pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh, baby
I feel everything but guilty

And would it bother you?

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