Lyrics

Doormat Blues

You pulled out a thorn I had buried in my side
Left me here to bleed, then you hung me out to dry
Hey hey babe, what you have in store
I'm telling you baby, won't be your doormat anymore
You carry yourself like you are some kind of precious stone
Said you were lonely babe but I have never seen you alone

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Met you on a Sunday you were standing in the rain
Said you need a man to love you, now I'm drowning in your pain

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You can wipe your feet upon me 'cause your shoes ain't got no soul
Tell me that you love me, but even that is growing old
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