Guilty

Would it bother you to know His hands have been all over me? And would it bother you to know I'll run to him next time you leave? Oh yeah When you hit the road and disappear and leave me here I'm not sure what you're doin' out there Or who you're doin' out it with Oh you're probably at some sweet hotel With some groupie whore but what the hell Or maybe that's just something I tell myself When I run my nails down his back And he kisses me on my neck He fills me but it kills me Such a bitter sweet passion pain I bite my lip not to scream your name Oh baby I feel everything but guilty Would it bother you to know he drinks Your Southern Comfort when you're gone? Oh yeah Would it bother you to know he picks up Your guitar and plays your songs? Oh yes he does And I wear your band's T-shirt to bed Imagine I'm with you instead But you're not here boy you're never here Oh you're probably at the back of your bus Satisfying your one night lust Or maybe that's just something I tell myself When I run my nails down his back And he kisses me on my neck He fills me but it kills me It's a bitter sweet passion and pain I bite my lip not to scream your name Oh baby I feel everything but guilty Would it bother you To know he says he's in love with me? When I run my nails down his back And he kisses me on my neck He fills me but it kills me It's a bitter sweet passion pain I bite my lip not to scream your name Oh baby I feel everything but guilty ah ah Would it bother you? Yeah