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Lorrie Morgan

Who do you think you are What do you think this is A game you can play Tryin' to steal him away Well, I don't need a heartache like this Well,

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left 'em But at least your lips caressed them while

Written by Norris Wilson and George Richey Imagine a world where no music was playing And think of a church with nobody praying Have you ever looked up

Well it finally quit raining, It's been one Hell of a storm. I don't know what I'm feelin', but I'm not feelin numb anymore. After you left me, I laid

Well he walked into the room with his love d'jour She was a pony-tail porcelain doll She was draped on his arm like a fine mink fur She was at his beck

I am only one of those who care, Who care about the fate of love. I know there's many others just like me, I know they to have had enough. Chorus Of these

Don't forget the scarf I gave you You're gonna need it when the cold sets in I know you'll want the leather sofa Now that you've finally got it broken

I've got one more nail to polish A little red ribbon to add to my hair He'll be glad he left work early When he sees what waiting at the top of the stairs

I wish there was a big room somewhere And they kept all the time in there All the time that got away somehow And I wish there was a way I could get it