Lying in the attic, listening to the rain pour down
Looking at magazines, the kind you just have lying around
The cat's in the window getting wet
So cold, gonna catch her death
Serves her right
You don't go mess around where you don't belong
Speaking of
When you coming home now
I been feeling all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Tell it to me swiftly, break it to me quick
And let me down, way down, nine yards
Take the extra mile
Might as well take the worst and make it worse
Lying through your teeth now
Deception seeping from your skin
Backpedal, backpedal
Pray, tell me where you been
Your alibis on excuses too much to take in
The dog's out back tied to the shed
Getting old, but no dead yet
Like you and me
No spark, flame gone, waiting for the end
Speaking of
Don't bother coming home now
I want to be all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Why you gotta be so cruel to me
I've been kind to you, so it's hard to believe
Your disloyalty
You think I don't know where you go at night?
But I know
Oh, I know
And it hurts me so, but I'll let you go
'Cause I ain't gonna be around no more
Marshall Brooks - The Cheating Song (Live) Lyrics
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Lying in the attic, listening to the rain pour down
Looking at magazines, the kind you just have lying around
The cat's in the window getting wet
So cold, gonna catch her death
Serves her right
You don't go mess around where you don't belong
Speaking of
When you coming home now
I been feeling all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Tell it to me swiftly, break it to me quick
And let me down, way down, nine yards
Take the extra mile
Might as well take the worst and make it worse
Lying through your teeth now
Deception seeping from your skin
Backpedal, backpedal
Pray, tell me where you been
Your alibis on excuses too much to take in
The dog's out back tied to the shed
Getting old, but no dead yet
Like you and me
No spark, flame gone, waiting for the end
Speaking of
Don't bother coming home now
I want to be all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Why you gotta be so cruel to me
I've been kind to you, so it's hard to believe
Your disloyalty
You think I don't know where you go at night?
But I know
Oh, I know
And it hurts me so, but I'll let you go
'Cause I ain't gonna be around no more
Looking at magazines, the kind you just have lying around
The cat's in the window getting wet
So cold, gonna catch her death
Serves her right
You don't go mess around where you don't belong
Speaking of
When you coming home now
I been feeling all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Tell it to me swiftly, break it to me quick
And let me down, way down, nine yards
Take the extra mile
Might as well take the worst and make it worse
Lying through your teeth now
Deception seeping from your skin
Backpedal, backpedal
Pray, tell me where you been
Your alibis on excuses too much to take in
The dog's out back tied to the shed
Getting old, but no dead yet
Like you and me
No spark, flame gone, waiting for the end
Speaking of
Don't bother coming home now
I want to be all alone, so tell me
Who you been seeing besides me
'Cause it's plain to see I ain't the man
You think I ought to be
Oh now we're getting down to the bottom
Of this can of worms
Why you gotta be so cruel to me
I've been kind to you, so it's hard to believe
Your disloyalty
You think I don't know where you go at night?
But I know
Oh, I know
And it hurts me so, but I'll let you go
'Cause I ain't gonna be around no more
Writer: Marshall Brooks
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