You're made of my rib or baby
You're made of my sin
And I can't tell where
Your lust ends
And where your love begins
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
And the moon gives me
Permission and I enter
Through her eyes
She's losing her virginity and
All her will to compromise
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty
When you're mine
I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you
But I'm pretty when I lie
You hurt me baby
I hurt you baby
If you knew how much I love you
You would run away
But when I treat you bad
It always makes you want to stay
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
You're made of my sin
And I can't tell where
Your lust ends
And where your love begins
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
And the moon gives me
Permission and I enter
Through her eyes
She's losing her virginity and
All her will to compromise
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty
When you're mine
I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you
But I'm pretty when I lie
You hurt me baby
I hurt you baby
If you knew how much I love you
You would run away
But when I treat you bad
It always makes you want to stay
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
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Pretty When You Cry Lyrics as written by Gillian Lesley Gilbert Bernard (gb 2) Sumner
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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That was from a period of time when we weren't talking. I didn't realize Jon had discussed this so publicly. Yes, the relationship resulted in arrest. I didn't press charges. I also didn't phone the police: some neighbor did because we were shouting. I remember being pissed off that they confiscated my pillowcase - it was an original Herself the Elf (limited edition) pillowcase from when I was a kid. So I guess if he mentioned it, well I should try to set that record straight already. I have with him, obviously. But we didn't talk again in person for about 5 years, although we spoke on the phone occasionally.
What a poisonous article.
That was the only incident of violence, however, except once I found him with another woman so I trashed her car in the heat of passion and once I caught him sleeping with a girl and I think I made a scene. I suppose that made him think I was crazy, but he knows I was just human. That sort of thing wasn't an everyday thing. We'd been breaking up back and forth for a few months at the end, and that was the final straw for me, coming to his house at 5 am and finding this other woman there dancing in his window wearing some black lacy thing, mocking me! I didn't get arrested, just cited.
Neither one of us ever had anything put on our records because neither one of us committed crimes.
I don't want to get into the suffocation thing, however, because substances were involved.
It's kind of crazy to think about in retrospect, but ah well, live. Or die.
It sounds so Jerry Springer that I hate talking about it.
Of course, I was like 19 years old.
Both of us were pretty intense back then. That probably still holds true. Most people can probably relate to flip outs during horrible breakups and the inevitable shit talking that comes after all that, not to mention misunderstandings. Good thing none of that happens when you've got a microphone in front of you.
you were not crazy, just passionate. he led you to believe the passion was equal. it was, but in a traumatic way. "male priveledge" is what it's called. and the gal goes down every time, because everyone sides with him..."she's crazy" they say. well yeah, your heart was being tugged in all directions and he couldn't care less, yet made you feel should stay by offering "love" when you caught him or he sensed his hold fail. so you stay. and he laughs about it in a song, like you are an idiot. asshat immature little weasel. this happens far too often in our country. thankgod you never got preggers with him. i'm now losing my kids to an jerk like this. he doesn't even want them, just wants to be on top
But Jon Crosby clearly decided for himself to give out some background information of the song, which only spices up the discussion in my opinion.