How Badly Do You Need A Lover?
How badly do you need a lover, babe
Something happen in your life?
The college funds run out
As you kiss off your wife?
Caressing a mistress in the dawn
With her hands on the ledge?
Just another sexed up siren
Who tempted you over the edge?
How badly do you need a lover, babe
That you'd bring up these senseless lines
This smoked-in bar got tired of
after a thousand times
Your desperate smile weakening
as you crack that dumb joke
friends stretching to unleash
that long marital yoke
Chorus: But it's my Saturday night
And your Sunday morn
Yet another excuse
to not look so forlorn
How badly do you need a lover, babe
Right now, I do
Right now, I do
I've been there, babe
empty vows dressed in love
Working through some dated moral
I can't rise above
Nervous fingers crumble
as I tuck my little girl in
a call from the husband working late
The guilt overdrive kicks in
Chorus
I've got my demons, babe
I've got my demons, babe
I've got my demons, babe
And the bottle shares them with you
How badly did you need this night, babe
Twisting a hotel room
Tangled tightly in the sheets
As the morning came too soon
You offered to get us treats
My heart still left to burn
Then you walked out for breakfast
Never to return
Chorus
© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons
Something happen in your life?
The college funds run out
As you kiss off your wife?
Caressing a mistress in the dawn
With her hands on the ledge?
Just another sexed up siren
Who tempted you over the edge?
How badly do you need a lover, babe
That you'd bring up these senseless lines
This smoked-in bar got tired of
after a thousand times
Your desperate smile weakening
as you crack that dumb joke
friends stretching to unleash
that long marital yoke
Chorus: But it's my Saturday night
And your Sunday morn
Yet another excuse
to not look so forlorn
How badly do you need a lover, babe
Right now, I do
Right now, I do
I've been there, babe
empty vows dressed in love
Working through some dated moral
I can't rise above
Nervous fingers crumble
as I tuck my little girl in
a call from the husband working late
The guilt overdrive kicks in
Chorus
I've got my demons, babe
I've got my demons, babe
I've got my demons, babe
And the bottle shares them with you
How badly did you need this night, babe
Twisting a hotel room
Tangled tightly in the sheets
As the morning came too soon
You offered to get us treats
My heart still left to burn
Then you walked out for breakfast
Never to return
Chorus
© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; Rights Reserved via Creative Commons

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