Ain'T That My Clue
I saw you with him
and him kissin’ you.
Ain’t that my clue darlin’,
ain’t that my clue?
Your eye and my eye
ain’t seein’ the same
Ain’t that a shame darlin’,
ain’t that a shame?
I’m not fallin’ for your bawlin’ this time.
This time you’ll find you’re way over the line.
You made me yours
with your lovin’ lies,
Ain’t I the prize darlin’,
Ain’t I the prize?
The love you gave me
didn’t scratch my itch.
Ain’t that a b* darlin’,
ain’t that a b*?
I’m not fallin’ for your bawlin’ this time
This time you’ll find you’re way over the line.
Get out of my life,
this time I’m sure.
Ain’t that the cure darlin’,
Ain’t that the cure?
Goodbye and adieu,
I’m through with you.
That'd be your cue darlin’,
that'd be your cue!
I’m not fallin’ for your bawlin’ this time
This time you’ll find you’re way over the line.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2022
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