Guilty - Jessie James

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 eh

When you hit the road n disappear and leave me here

I’m not sure what you’re doin' out there or who you’re doin' it with

Oh you’re probably at some sweet hotel with some groupie whore

But what the hell or maybe that’s just somethin' I tell myself

When I run my nails down his back n he kisses me on my neck

He feels me.

but it kills me

Such a bittersweet 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 eh

And would it bother you, to know he picks up your guitar n plays your songs?

oh yes he does

And I wear your band t-shirt to bed, imagine that I’m with you instead,

but you’re not here

No you’re never here

Oh you’re probably in the back of your bus.

satisfying your all night lust

Oh baby, that’s just something I tell myself

When I run my nails down his back n he kisses me on my neck

He feels me.

but it kills me

It’s a bittersweet passionate 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 n he kisses me on my neck

He feels me.

but it kills me

It’s a bittersweet passion pain, I bite my lip not to scream your name

Oh baby, I feel everything.

but guilty.

oh, oh

Would it bother you.

baby?