"Did you really mean it?"
"I don't say what I don't mean."
Then she turned her eyes away
She didn't want for him to see her
Now he starts drinking
"Not again" is what she's thinking
"Maybe I should leave and wait this coming storm out at my sisters."
Give him a little time
He'll take your time
He'll take it all
He'll take your lifetime
Just needs a little work
He'll take your love
He'll take it all
Now he's your life's work
Almost out the backdoor--"Bitch!
Where do you think you're you going?"
Slaps her face so hard she's seeing stars
The next blow sets her reeling
She's pinned to the floor, legs spread
Eyes closed, thinking
"Tomorrow will be different
Things are always different then..."
Blackened eye and swelled lip
Bruised thighs, bruised hip--
"Maybe I should leave him--" give him a little time
"Maybe now's the time to--" give him a little time