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He said you were crazy
Didn’t realize that the mania was his own making
Smoke and mirrors he can’t pass without a glance
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
We said you were obsessed
When we saw you loping after clues you could get
Our happiness was ours and leave us be
It didn’t work with you but it worked with me
Now I understand
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
(Ohhhh oh ohh oh)
Courted by a crooked hand
(OH oh, ohhh oh)
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
He said you called him a hothead
Kept it close to the vest except in bed
Then the lava rained and I’m
Singed red with his brand
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
Temperatures would run high
White hot passion, over time quite belied
By the purple skies of dawn when he’d come home
And the turquoise vials of his cheap cologne
Twisted ankle on his oil slick of the damned
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
(Ohhhh oh ohh oh)
Dazzled by a calloused hand
(OH oh, ohh oh)
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
Took no pleasure getting mine behind your back
Took no pleasure in the slither of our attack
It’s no excuse but I learned it from the movies
Love at any cost was the way it should be
Carved the fault lines of my life with my own hand
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
(Oh oh ohh oh)
Wisened by a powdered hand
(OH oh ohhh oh)
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
And now he’s ensnared someone else
Rolled out the hot coal carpet to hell
If you didn’t hate me so much
I’d say we slash the tires on his van
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
(Ohhhh oh ohh oh)
Courted by a crooked hand
(OH oh, ohhh oh)
Abbey, I’m sorry I stole your man
Ohhh oh OH oh, spun me in a practiced dance
Ohhh oh OHH oh, pillaged for the upper hand
Ohhh oh OH oh, spun me in a practiced dance
Ohhh oh OHH oh, pillaged for the upper hand….
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When her aunts at the wedding
ask how this union came about
You’ll say you were both tending bar
At some dive downtown
When they ask what took you so long to get together
after you met
I guess you’ll forget to mention
there was an obstacle you hadn’t tied up yet
Baby, there was a band of gold you tossed aside to grab the brass ring
I hope it’s tight on your hand
I hope it turns your finger green
When your baby asks mom and daddy
what their first kiss was like
I guess you’ll forget to mention
that you showered after and laid down next to your wife
And told her that work just wore you out
with that fucked-up smirk on your face
He said he had to give his coworker A RIDE?!
“Sorry, baby, for getting home so late”
Baby, there was a band of gold you tossed aside to grab the brass ring
I hope it’s tight on your hand
I hope it turns your finger
Green with jealousy
Used to be me
Somehow
BUT BABY NOW I’M FREE!
of chasing you through twisted sheets
Glistening alibis
Like the beers you pour down their throats
And the lies you poured down mine
Recalled my standards just in time
You think you two are June and Johnny Cash
It doesn’t look like fated love, just looks like a sinner’s match
And everyone
In
This goddamned
Town
Knows you got kicked
Out
Right on your ass
Baby, there was a band of gold you tossed aside to grab the brass ring
I hope it’s tight on your hand
I hope it turns your finger -
Baby there was a band of gold that you tossed aside
To grab the brass ring
Yes, I’m pointing fingers
But at least my hands are clean
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Dorothy No More
04:56
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You left the keys on the floor
Is that what you think of me?
You gave me the dignity to call it
Was really the least
of what I deserved
After you acted so cowardly
Tin mettle and nerve
As if I don’t know where to send your things
Now I’ve got our dog at my feet
Gave her the choice and she ran to me
I’m Dorothy no more
You broke our home
And I’m out the door
Your secret the cyclone
that swept through my home
Waited for her to blow over
Hid in the basement for days, laying low
I’m putting that house on the market
Won’t dine with the specter who left me alone
A fresh start, a red glittering target
With friends to remind me how I always shone
Every last one came running
Didn’t ask them to choose but they went with me
I’m Dorothy no more
You broke our home
And I’m out the door
I won’t let you exile me
To a black and white desolation
Hovering henchmen reporting my deeds
I’ll make rainbows of your bleak expectations
I’m off on a path of gold
And you’ll be left sickly green in my wake
And if you click your soles once the dream fades
I’ll tell you
It’s too
Late
Too late
Too late
Too late
I’m Dorothy no more
You broke our home
I’m Dorothy no more
You broke our home
And I’m out the door
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Both Feet
03:56
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I went apeshit
Last night
We both know
That I’m right
Both feet in your mouth
This time
I don’t owe you grace
When you’re no longer mine
You say you picked the wrong girl
It’s no longer a compliment
You made her bed
Go lie in it
I believed that you needed to heal
Words from your chapped lips to my glass face
Her stilettos were what you meant
I took it to heart when you said you needed space
But now you’re whispering from/hushed on her back porch
pleading like a kid, god you sound so young
Called and said it’s been six months
(staccato) and you still can’t get my cunt off your tongue
You say you picked the wrong girl
It’s no longer a compliment
You made her bed
Go lie in it
She’s sleeping in the other room
You say
She doesn’t stay up as late as you
Cause
She don’t know my demons like you do
And you’re still
Who I wanna bleed into
But I
Won’t hand back the clarity
I used
To hack the brambles of which I’m free
And now
You’re her eroding dignity
Cause I
Turned and walked away with both feet
You say you picked the wrong girl
It’s no longer a compliment
You made her bed
Go lie in it
You say you picked the wrong girl
Damn right you did
You’ve got the wrong girl
I’m done with it
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As I sit here tonight the jukebox playing
The tune about the wild side of life
As I listen to the words you are saying
It brings memories when I was a trusting wife
It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
There's many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
It's a shame that all the blame is on us women
It's not true that only you men feel the same
From the start most every heart that's ever broken
Was because there always was a man to blame
It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
There's many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
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I went apeshit
Last night
We both know
That I’m right
Both feet in your mouth
This time
I don’t owe you grace
When you’re no longer mine
You say you picked the wrong girl
It’s no longer a compliment
You made her bed
Go lie in it
I believed that you needed to heal
Words from your chapped lips to my glass face
Her stilettos were what you meant
I took it to heart when you said you needed space
But now you’re whispering from/hushed on her back porch
pleading like a kid, god you sound so young
Called and said it’s been six months
(staccato) and you still can’t get my taste off your tongue
You say you picked the wrong girl
It’s no longer a compliment
You made her bed
Go lie in it
She’s sleeping in the other room
You say
She doesn’t stay up as late as you
Cause
She don’t know my demons like you do
And you’re still
Who I wanna bleed into
But I
Won’t hand back the clarity
I used
To hack the brambles of which I’m free
And now
You’re her eroding dignity
Cause I
Turned and walked away with both feet
You say you picked the wrong girl
It’s no longer a compliment
You made her bed
Go lie in it
You say you picked the wrong girl
Damn right you did
You’ve got the wrong girl
I’m done with it
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Sweaty Lamarr New Jersey
Sweaty Lamarr is the music project of Tara Giancaspro, a singer-songwriter who splits her time between Hoboken and Philly. She began writing music and singing in March 2020. Her next release, an alternative country EP called A Little Bit Cuntry, A Little Bit Rock & Roll, is set to debut in 2022, and will feature "Abbey, I'm Sorry I Stole Your Man," a sequel to "Jolene" from Jolene's perspective. ... more
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