| You don’t wrong the heart, of a woman that loves you
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| You don’t turn your back on her tears
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| The arms you leave lonely, won’t wait forever
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| (You know what?) That’s why I’m here
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| 'Cause I worship the woman you walked on
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| I hold her at night, 'til she’s satisfied
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| Oh, I try to right all you did wrong
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| I worship, the woman you walked on
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| I’ll bet the wrongs haunt you, the should-haves, the want-tos
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| Are ghosts now in your empty bed
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| You gave up her soft touch, turned your back on her sweet love
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| You must have, been out of your head
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| Oh, I worship the woman you walked on
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| I hold her at night, 'til she’s satisfied
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| Oh, I try to right all you did wrong
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| I worship the woman you walked on
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| Oh, I worship the woman you walked on
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| I hold her at night, 'til she’s satisfied
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| I try to right all you did wrong
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| I worship the woman you walked on
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| Oh, I worship
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| Oh, the woman
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| You walked on
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| You don’t wrong a heart, of a woman that loves you
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| You don’t turn your back on her tears |