Long

Long, my love, he treats me good
I think you'll find he's just misunderstood
Some say he's the devil with an angel's face
I don't think that's the case

Long, my love, he treats me fine
We'll share a cup of freshly poured red wine
Some say he's up the pole from dawn 'til dusk
Well I ain't too fussed

When he loses control
And you take the blow
Why can't you see that love gets the best of you?
There's so much more that you can do

Long, my love, he treats me good
And no other man ever would
Some call him the creeper, 'round these parts
But he won my heart

When he loses control
And his temper grows
And you will see that love got the best of you
And you'll turn all black and blue



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Writer(s): Stephen Powell
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