The Cold Hard Facts

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Don’t run to me when he’s not around
Don’t come slippin’ ’round my door
I tried not to see how you’re using me
We played that little game before

   You call me up when he’s out of town
   The next day you treat me like I’m just some hand me down
   Is that any way for a good girl to act
   I guess I’ll have to face the cold hard facts

Day after day of livin’ this a-way
Will take a toll on a man
And night after night lie after lie
Stringin’ me along must be your plan

Well fools like me they never see
That empty feelin’ that’s in store
When the bitter truth sneaks up on you
She’s headin’ home cut out your door