Guilty

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

When you hit the road and disappear and leave me here

I'm not sure what you're doin' out there

Or who you're doin' out 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 fills me, but it kills me

Such a bitter sweet 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

Would it bother you to know he picks up

Your guitar and plays your songs? Oh yes, he does

And I wear your band's T-shirt to bed

Imagine I'm with you instead

But you're not here, boy you're never here

Oh, you're probably at the back of your bus

Satisfying your one night lust

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 fills me, but it kills me

It's a bitter sweet passion and 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 fills me, but it kills me

It's a bitter sweet passion, pain

I bite my lip not to scream your name

Oh baby, I feel everything but guilty

Would it bother you? Yeah