Guilty

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 doing out there
Or who you're doing and where
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 feels me
But it kills me
Such a bittersweet passionate 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
Would it bother you
To know he picks up your guitar and plays your songs
Oh yes he does
And I wear your band t-shirt to bed
Imagine I'm with you instead
Play with my hair
Boy, you're never here
Oh, 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 feels me
But it kills me
It's a bittersweet passionate 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 feels me
But it kills me
It's a bittersweet passionate pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh baby
I feel everything but guilty
Would it bother you