| You don’t know your husband like you think you do
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| Girl, I could tell you somethin' about the man you’re married to
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| You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you
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| You don’t know your husband
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| Well the last the time you caught him, I was sitting on his lap
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| He had his hand up under my sweater ruubbin' on my back
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| He was lookin' in my eyes, tellin' you lies it was all I could take
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| You can bet I’m woman enough to tell it to your face…
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| You don’t know your husband like you think you do
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| Girl, I could tell you somethin' about the man you’re married to
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| You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you
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| You don’t know your husband, not the way I do
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| Well he tells me that he’s leaving you, then he tells me he’s gonna stay
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| Un-uh, girl, He’s gotta swear he wants us, honey, he can’t have it both days
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| Speaking of lies, he told me last night he was drinking at some bar
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| And I then found him in the backset with another woman in the backseat your car
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| You don’t know your husband like you think you do
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| Girl, I could tell you somethin' about the man you’re married to
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| You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you
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| You don’t know your husband, not the way I do
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| You don’t know your husband, not the way I do |