| He liked to keep his woman looking nice
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| And tried to pay her phone bill but she turned him down twice
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| Even though her life wasn’t sunny
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| She felt him she didn’t know him well enough to take his money
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| Instead, she recommended quiet dinner
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| Maybe next weekend and she could find a babysitter
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| Her daughter was three and she was twenty-one
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| With, dreams of marriage and having a son
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| But most times she felt like she’d never find love
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| So she drank away the pain in blood stained night clubs
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| And when home with men that acted like thugs
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| Addicted to the night life, like drugs
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| But regrets of the morning after always caught her
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| Waking up with men unfamiliar to her daughter
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| Even though they gave her an escape from lonely days
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| She never felt better than when they parted ways
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| Oh there’s no. |
| excuse for loving.
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| (Inaudible)
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| «Nothing special,» she thought when his path crossed her mind
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| He could never be the one, just, occupy her time
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| And fill the lonely days that’d become so basic
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| Since her heart was torn from the broken off engagement
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| Two years ago and three states away
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| But by the look in her brown eyes you would’ve thought it happened yesterday
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| Now this new with intention to impress
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| Bought her tennis shoes and a brand new summer dress
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| If you could see the smile on her face
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| And how it washed away the work week’s bitter taste
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| Plus this was the week of her born day
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| The sun ray in a life of all work and no play
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| He said he wanted her to spend it with him
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| But, she said she’d already committed to her friends
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| He denied her invitation to come along
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| And told her to call when she got home
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| Oh there’s no. |
| excuse for loving.
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| She pulled into the parking lot
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| Startled when she saw him standing right behind her in the dark
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| Demanding she tell him who she slept with today
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| Smelling the liquor on his breath she began to walk away
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| He grabbed her by throat yanked off the gold chain
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| And almost smiled, satisfied at her pain
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| He though of this her reward for being unfaithful
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| Lifted from her feet tears roll down her cheek
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| And terrified, she closed her eyes
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| While the storm made it impossible to hear her cries
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| He knew this, and struck with a clenched fist
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| And told her he wasn’t stupid
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| She’s now pinned to the ground
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| With his hand on her mouth to muffle the sounds
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| Knee planted in her chest until breathing hurt
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| He said she forced him to take back his tennis skirt
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| Much stronger she offered very little resistance
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| To him taking back the clothes that he’d given
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| Then he cocked back his fist for one last blow
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| And left her in the parking lot knocked out cold |