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I sit there talking to myself
Why can’t he turn it down
He keeps that TV up so loud that I can’t think
And ev'ry time I turn a page he starts to talk about his day
Can’t he see I’m tryin' to read
And it’s cold enough in here to freeze
He keeps it 68 degrees
What’s that man been thinkin' of
In all the years we’ve been together
You’d think he’d know me better than he does
I sit there wondering to myself
Why he wears the same old clothes
With any sense he’d know they’re out of style
And damn that man why can’t he tell
I’m dyin' in this house
I ain’t been out on the town in quite a while
And can’t he tell what mood I’m in
The way I’ve got my back to him
I don’t feel like makin' love
In all the years we’ve been together
You’d think he’d know me better than he does
I sit there thinking to myself
Why he’s been coming home so late
He knows that supper’s waitin' on the stove
I sit there lying to myself
About the suitcase in the hall
And the night I heard him call her on the phone
Said he’d been thinking to himself
The way I’ve treated him like hell
That I’ve forgotten how to love
And right before he drove away
Through his tears I heard him say
I don’t talk to him enough
In all the years we’ve been together
You’d think he’d know me better than he does
In all the years we’ve been together
Why don’t he know me better than he does
[Thanks to sumdb@yahoo.com for lyrics]
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