This Lyric is: #054

A WOMAN AND HER SHAME
©2001/2002 Anthony Torres
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(Verse 1)
She slips off her ring and adjusts her robe
amid the blue TV glow in 210
Checks the clock-radio again and thinks
he’s gotten out of work late again

She pulls the sheet higher and surfs the channels
It’s always nothing but news and cartoons
Her thoughts start to drift off toward her lover
and why she hoped he’d be arriving soon

(Chorus)
It’s not the passionate kiss
That she’ll get when he reaches the bed
It’s not the magical bliss
of their passionate love, but instead
It’s that the longer she waits
The more she’s filled with guilt and blame
and the more she knows no bed’s big enough
to hold a woman and her shame

(Verse 2)
The minutes move slowly, as if to taunt her
amid the growing silence of the phone
She scans the cold room with a bitter smile
and thinks out loud, “It’s like I’m still at home”

She makes up her mind she won’t wait past six
Through tears, she lights one more last cigarette
Come 6:25, she decides they’re through
Just then, he enters, making her forget--

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
She tells herself she’d yell at him if she could
But her mouth is searching his and it feels so good
Her robe falls off her shoulders like her concerns
‘cause she realizes as her body burns--

(Modified Chorus)
She needs the passionate kiss
that she gets when he reaches the bed
She needs the magical bliss
of their passionate love, so instead
of thinking it has to stop
She starts to think no one’s to blame
'cause sometimes a bed's just big enough
to hold a woman and her shame


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[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 08-31-2002).]

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