Cheatin' Woman
I saw her lyin' at another man's arms
While wearin' my ring
I felt my blood gettin' on fire
So I didn't even stop to think, yeah
But who turned out to be the idiot
In that whole odd situation was me
The young man was her distant brother
I'd never had the pleasure to meet
I smelled some scotch whisky on her breath
When she arrived one night
But she was visitin' her granny
At the nursin' room, for my surprise
At first I didn't understand
Why she'd come with that kind of lie
If I knew old granny drank some whiskey
I'd probably come by to say hi
I'll take a closer look
On the things that she had done
My friends call me blind
But I know she sings my songs
The day she walked out midnight
I probably should have gone
But I'm sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on the telephone, that's right
I saw her dancing at the bar with some dude
While wearin' my hat
After she told me she couldn't meet with me
Due to her sick blue cat
As I walked up to confront them
Then I met the man that she calls Brad
A distant dark haired cousin
That I didn't even know she had
She came home one night
And her jacket smelled like cigarettes
But everytime I smoke around her
Good Lord, it drives her mad
She starts complaining 'bout the smell
That's taking over her warm bed
Not only that, that day her lipstick
Was all the way down her neck, Lord
I'll take a closer look
On the things that she had done
My friends call me blind
But I know she sings my songs
The day she walked out midnight
I probably should have gone
But I'm sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on the telephone, oh mama
I see them fellers you say hi at the gym
A-laughin' at me
Pointin' their roid-filled fingers
Tryin' to cover their lips, yeah
I know they can't resist
I know they ain't tryna be mean
I'm just the funniest lad
This whole town has ever seen, yeah
I'll take a closer look
On the things that she had done
My friends call me blind
But I know she sings my songs
The day she walked out midnight
I probably should have gone
But I'm sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on the telephone
Sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on her telephone, yeah
While wearin' my ring
I felt my blood gettin' on fire
So I didn't even stop to think, yeah
But who turned out to be the idiot
In that whole odd situation was me
The young man was her distant brother
I'd never had the pleasure to meet
I smelled some scotch whisky on her breath
When she arrived one night
But she was visitin' her granny
At the nursin' room, for my surprise
At first I didn't understand
Why she'd come with that kind of lie
If I knew old granny drank some whiskey
I'd probably come by to say hi
I'll take a closer look
On the things that she had done
My friends call me blind
But I know she sings my songs
The day she walked out midnight
I probably should have gone
But I'm sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on the telephone, that's right
I saw her dancing at the bar with some dude
While wearin' my hat
After she told me she couldn't meet with me
Due to her sick blue cat
As I walked up to confront them
Then I met the man that she calls Brad
A distant dark haired cousin
That I didn't even know she had
She came home one night
And her jacket smelled like cigarettes
But everytime I smoke around her
Good Lord, it drives her mad
She starts complaining 'bout the smell
That's taking over her warm bed
Not only that, that day her lipstick
Was all the way down her neck, Lord
I'll take a closer look
On the things that she had done
My friends call me blind
But I know she sings my songs
The day she walked out midnight
I probably should have gone
But I'm sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on the telephone, oh mama
I see them fellers you say hi at the gym
A-laughin' at me
Pointin' their roid-filled fingers
Tryin' to cover their lips, yeah
I know they can't resist
I know they ain't tryna be mean
I'm just the funniest lad
This whole town has ever seen, yeah
I'll take a closer look
On the things that she had done
My friends call me blind
But I know she sings my songs
The day she walked out midnight
I probably should have gone
But I'm sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on the telephone
Sure it was the preacher man
Callin' on her telephone, yeah
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Writer(s): Gabriel Pereira
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