Jessie James Decker - Guilty lyrics
[Jessie James Decker - 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, hey 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 doin' it 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 feels 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
Would it bother you
To know he drinks your Southern
Comfort when you're gone? Oh, yeah, hey
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 t-shirt to bed
Imagine I'm with you instead
But, you're not here no, you're never here
Oh, you're probably in the back of your bus
Satisfying your all night lust oh, baby
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 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 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 passion pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh, baby i feel everything
But guilty
Oh oh would it bother you, baby?
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, hey 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 doin' it 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 feels 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
Would it bother you
To know he drinks your Southern
Comfort when you're gone? Oh, yeah, hey
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 t-shirt to bed
Imagine I'm with you instead
But, you're not here no, you're never here
Oh, you're probably in the back of your bus
Satisfying your all night lust oh, baby
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 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 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 passion pain
I bite my lip not to scream your name
Oh, baby i feel everything
But guilty
Oh oh would it bother you, baby?