This May Hurt (A Little) - Dressy Bessy

Josy was a near, dear friend of mine

She lived around the corner, across the street and through the parking lot

We’d sit and take a sip once in a while

With nowhere much to walk in town, we’d often sit and talk about her life

When Josy was a near, dear friend of mine

Cross-legged in the kitchen, then we’d giggle, cry, and rub our eyes

Seemed oblivious to us, the two who’d shine

With nothing pledged between us, then we’ve carried on and gone about our lives

This may hurt a little

This may hurt a little

This may hurt a little

When Josy hadn’t answered in a while

I’d wonder what’ll happen to the girl, it’s gone, it’s understood

The bits of revelation I’ve compiled

She’s broken all the secrets we’d made and packaged neatly in our minds

This may hurt a little

This may hurt a little

This may hurt a little

I don’t miss much of Josy

Much of the time

Though I know she’s feeling helpless most of the time

These days she may wonder what I’d done

I don’t miss much of Josy or what she’s become

This may hurt a little

Uh-huh

This may hurt a little

Uh-huh