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( Divorce song lyrics )
THAT'S GOTTA HURT
Copyright © 1999 - mickterry.com

1. Just how you two became entwined
I'll never really know.
One-eighty, polar opposites,
the odd couple for sure.
"Aggression" is her middle name,
while yours is more like, "Wimp".
She's a cactus: you're a daffodil.
She's a rocket; you're a blimp.
She's a poison to your candy cane.
You're frugal while she spends.
& though I knew you had rough times,
I did not see the end.

CHORUS A:
And ooh,   ...   that's gotta hurt.
There's got to be some pain.
You can't survive a hit like that
and walk away the same.
And ooh,   ...   that's gotta hurt.
There must be damage there.
But still you barely even flinched;
it didn't show at all.
But still you hardly even winced
as she _ripped you with her claws._

2. I watched you from a back-row seat,
far distant from the ring,
and still I saw each deadly move,
each calculated swing.
Left hook, right jab, a sucker punch,
and all you did was groan.
She would cut you down and chop you up;
then she'd pulverize your bones.
She'd mangle and she'd chew you up
'til there was nothing else.
But when she dragged in your young son,
that was way below the belt.

CHORUS B:
...  as she _had you by the balls._

BRIDGE:
To say that she did not fight fair
is to undercut her thirst.
Just when the bell should ring
is where she goes from worse to worst.
She even gets the referee to pin you for the kill.
She'd long since brought you to your knees;
this part is for the thrill.

CHORUS C:
...  as she _took you for the fall._

CODA:
It isn't that you didn't try:
your hands were tied, of course.
But as the lawyers like to say:
"All's fair in love   ...   and divorce."

Copyright © 1999  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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To other breakup love song lyrics:   BACKING UP
ON THE ROPES
YOUR LEAVING
MORNING LIGHT
HIDDEN CORNERS
GET THE FEELING
WISHFUL DRINKING
MAYBE WE'VE HURT
TALKING TO MYSELF
YOU WERE THE BEST
I SOLD MY WIFE ON eBAY
GOODBYE WAS ALL SHE WROTE
GUESS WHAT I FOUND 'NEATH THE DIRTY FRIDGE?
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