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This can't be good, my baby's got that look again
Like he's about to come undone, grab his gun and count to ten
I'm in the line of fire, he's shooting sparks like a live wire
My love's grown old so he wants to throw my soul to the coals & fire
I've been careful where I'm treading,
Dreading the road that's ahead
He's depending on it ending with me winding up dead
He's up for raising hell
In his mind, I've been tried and ruled untrue
But he'll be the first to hit the ground
That's the low down
The dirty truth
I've tried to let it slide but he's defined by his foolish pride
He's in deep, he can't eat
I've tried to creep out while he's asleep
If he can't have me then no one will
But what he doesn't know is that I'd rather shoot
Than be killed
This can't be good, my baby's got that look again
I've just watched him come undone, grab his gun and he's three from ten
I've been wrestling with confessing but it's a blessing
that there's no proof
But I just shot my baby down
And that's the low down
The Dirty Truth
