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Well I ain't proud of what |
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I'm 'bout to do |
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All alone up here with you |
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With that picture of your man |
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Face down upon the night stand, so he can't see |
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And I don't like running all the red lights here |
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Every time the coast is clear |
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Any time you need my lovin' |
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You know I'll come running, faithfully' |
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Cause he stays so busy with his money |
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And you, you get so lonely when he's gone |
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And me, I'm just your temporary lover 'til your blues are gone |
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I'm the man of the house whenever he ain't home |
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Now the statues on the side of that big gate |
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They're laughing as |
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I drive away |
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And I can't keep from thinking |
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Are they laughing at your old man or at me? |
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And the only part that |
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I don't like to play |
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Is the part when |
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I get up and go away |
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I find it mighty hard |
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Just keeping this old heart tucked away' |
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Cause he stays so busy with his money |
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And you, you get so lonely when he's gone |
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And me, I'm just your temporary lover 'til your blues are gone |
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I'm the man of the house whenever he ain't home |
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I'm the man of the house when your other man ain't home |
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I'm the man of the house when your other man ain't home |
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I'm the man of the house when your other man ain't home |
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I'm the man of the house when your other man ain't home |
