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letra de but that's not me - lounge version - funky dl

step through the front door, took my coat off, and put my bag down
twelve-hour shift at work, so i’m glad now i’m home
proceed to the kitchen for h2o
saw the backlight on so shouted “honey you home?”
then i heard a whisper, could’ve sworn it sounded like a mister
somewhere in my mind i knew there is the
chance that my wife could be cheatin’ ’cause she distant
and if i could confirm it, i would leave her in an instant
she in the kitchen now she lookin’ all suspicious
reachin’ for a towel like she just cleaned the dishes
nonetheless i put my arm around and gave her kisses
she took a plate of food from in the oven looks delicious
she offered me some white wine, so i gave the green light
but something ’bout that backdoor doesn’t seem right
it was open just a little so i pushed it
and at that very moment heard a rustle in the bushes
so kept looking, she saw i wasn’t happy
so turned on the radio, attempted to distract me
i turned and asked her “what could that be?”
“the neighbor’s cat, playing in the back” she said exactly
but deep down, already made my mind up
and plus, she had the jitters, broke the bottle, cleaned the wine up
she sweating ’cause her head is getting wetter
should i make an accusation or just leave and write a letter

i received a message saying “i will meet you at eight”
on my phone but i realized i’d made a mistake
we both got the same phone, i didn’t take the right one
someone is meeting with my wife, i think i might come
cool, whatever, i’ve gotta find out
’cause i’ll be d-mned if this is going on in my house
they probably take me for a jerk, but this jerk is about to take time off work
she turns up at lunchtime to bring me my phone
but also to check on the time i’ll be home
(i said eleven as usual)
i said eleven as usual, the voice inside my head is saying “can’t you see she’s using you?” (d-mn)
but my eyes gotta see it, if you lookin’ for the most naive my wife’s gotta be it (that’s true yo)
and now it’s like seven-thirty and my girlie ain’t got any clue i’m comin’ home early (yeah)
and i wanna divert me, i’m thinking maybe what i don’t know won’t hurt me (won’t hurt me)
and now my heart is really racin’ and i’m hesitatin’ ’cause i’m so afraid of what i’m facin’ (yeah)
but deep down already made my mind up
it’s eight on the b-tton and my time’s up (what)
and my eyes are getting wetter should i kick down this door or just mail through this letter

- funky dl

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