The Bed That You Made - Whitney Duncan

Oh honey

Whats wrong with you

You sit around whine

And cry the blues

You aint got no arms

To fall into

What you did to me

I’m doing back to you

Honey

I’m going out to night

In my high heel boots

And my jeans on tight

Get my drinks

For free

Fill my appitete

You’ll be

Thinkin bout me

N I’ll be out

Of your sight

I bet you

Wished you stayed

But like

A little dog

You up and strayed

Hows if feel to be

Feeling that way

Lying in a bed

That you made

Lying in a bed

That you made

Oh sweet baby

Your

A cheatin kind

You can say

What you want

But you

Can never lie

You were out

On the town

And on the prowl

Thinkin that i

Wouldnt find

Out some how

Well baby

I got news for you

Gonna show you

How well

I can do that too

Gonna clap my hands

Gonna shake my hips

Gonna make you

Remember

What you’ll never

Forget

I bet you

Wished you stayed

But like

A little dog

You up and strayed

Hows if feel to be

Feeling that way

Lying in a bed

That you made

Lying in that bed

I hope its cold

And rough on your own

I hope you cant sleep

You want me and

Ill be gone

Gone gone long gone

Oh honey

Whats wrong with you

You sit around whine

And cry the blues

You aint got no arms

To fall into

In that king size bed

For the king of fools

I hope its lonely

Lonely to the bone

Yeah I hope it is

I hope you cant sleep

And you want me and

Ill be gone

Gone gone long gone

I bet you

Wished you stayed

But like a little dog

You up and strayed

Hows if feel to be

Feeling that way

Lying in a bed

That you made

Lying in that bed

Goodnight baby, slee