All the talk, that's going around town
About me and Maryann
Is getting you down, down, down
And I'm aware of all your friends
Calling you fool
Trying to show you the place
To wher I'm using you, you, youAfter all these years we've been together
I'd know that now, you would know me better
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt youNow I can understand
You've been all absent
The all town is laughting
And talking behind your backBut I shouldn't have to remind you
How low down people are
They say you've doing good
The better way to tell us apartJust remember, before you walk out the door
The words I told you, twelve long years ago
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you, babyI don't wanna hurt you no, no, no
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you, baby
I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you
I don't wanna hurt you no, no, no
Because you mean so much to me, baby, babyAnd I'll give you all I got
If you want it so
I'd rather hurt myself, hurt myself, hurt myself
Than ever hurt you
Composição: Carl Hampton / Homer Banks.
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