This Time I've Hurt Her More (Than She Loves Me) - Conway Twitty

She wore that fallin' out of love, look

I even swore by the good book

Still the last lie I told her

Was the one she couldn’t believe

No more crying on her shoulder

She won’t even let me hold her

And this time I’ve hurt her more

Than she loves me

I’ve been too busy drinking

She’s been too busy thinking

'Bout the kind of love she needs

And the man she never sees

But Lord, she’s already stood more

Than I was ever good for

And this time I’ve hurt her more

Than she loves me

I’ve been too busy drinking

She’s been too busy thinking

'Bout the kind of love she needs

And the man she never sees

But Lord, she’s already stood more

Than I was ever good for

And this time I’ve hurt her more

Than she loves me

Lord, this time I’ve hurt her more

Than she loves me…