You Made Me Care

I'm a sentimental sub, that's all
What's the use of tryin' not to fall
I had no will, you've made your kill
'Cause you took advantage of me

I'm just like an apple on a bow
And you're goin' to shape me down somehow
But what's the use? You cooked my goose
'Cause you took advantage of me

I'm so hard and bothered
That I don't know my elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
It's much worse when you're near

Here am I with all my bridges burned
Just a bait in arms, where you're concerned
So, lock the doors and call me yours
'Cause you took advantage of me

I had no will, you've made your kill
'Cause you took advantage of me

Tell me, what's the use?
You've cooked my goose
'Cause you took advantage

Sayin' I'm so hurt and bothered
That I don't know my elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
It's much worse when you're near

Here am I with all my bridges burned
Just a bait in arms, where you're concerned
So, lock the doors, and call me yours
You took advantage of poor little me



Credits
Writer(s): P. Girard, C. Darwin
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