DW (January 8th,1966 / )

Busted....Hey Some Of Us Have Been There!

When she walked through the door
I knew by the look in her eyes
The moment she began to speak
I knew I was busted

Busted
dodged a frying pan
as I slid across the floor
Busted
cowarding in the corner
trying to explain
I knew without a doubt
she wouldn't understand
Lipstick on my collar
bra and panties on the coffee table
I was busted
so damn busted

She was way beyond swearing
had me back against the wall
deer in the headlight stare
If looks could kill
I'd be up on cemetary hill

I went from her lovin' man
to-don't let the door hit you in the ass
I reached for my car keys
she reached for a baseball bat

She started screaming 'bout lawyers and taking half
then she just stood there
gave me that-come here baby smile
That's when I knew
we were through

Busted
dodged a frying pan as I slid across the floor
Busted
cowarding in the corner
trying to explain
I knew without a doubt
she wouldn't understand
Lipstick on my collar
bra and panties on the coffee table
I was busted
so damn busted

So the next morning I gave her a call
told her how I had done so wrong
I apologized for my actions
and the whole time I was talking to her
I was tryin' not to wake up
her sister-sleeping here next to me

Busted
while I guess you know how this ends
busted....

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