| Well I ain’t proud of what I’m about to do
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| All alone up here with you
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| With the picture of your man
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| Face down upon the night stand, so he can’t see
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| And I don’t like running all the red lights here
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| Every time the coast is clear
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| Any time you need my lovin'
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| You know I’ll come running, faithfully
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| Cause he stays so busy with his money
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| And you, you get so lonely when he’s gone
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| And me, I’m just your temporary lover
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| 'Til your blues are gone
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| I’m the man of the house whenever he ain’t home
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| Now the statues on the side of that big gate
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| They’re laughing as I drive away
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| And I can’t keep from thinking
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| Are they laughing at your old man or at me
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| And the only part that I don’t like to play
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| Is the part when I get up and go away
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| I find it mighty hard
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| Just keeping this old heart tucked away
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| Cause he stays…
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| I’m the man of the house
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| When your other man ain’t home |