to men who hurt their wives [song], by ♥ Break The Tradition Subscribe to rss feed for <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

the blood was the drawn the fists were falling
the mix up caused by other boys calling
shaggy brown hair and the eyes to match
you were my one and my only my best catch
teaching me to drink and take another shot
my mind and my body don't care if they rot
so keep on drinking and keep bringing on the pain
i bring it on myself again and again

[chorus]
seven martinis and a shot of rum
all because of what we've become, what we've become
drunk as the day that you left my sorry ass
and in this time nothing changed the pain hasn't passed
beat me sensless again and again 
i want you now and i wanted you then
hit me twice for the pain you caused
losing me again for all this love

watch me fall down the stairs 
accidents of pushes and shoves
from the boy, yeah the boy
it was his fault that i was so in love
and the pain he brought that meant nothing to me
just because i could see the love yeah i could see

trust in his heart and love in his mind
every time he tried to be so very kind
turned into a screaming match with some blood being drawn
screams going on from dusk till dawn
neighbors joining into a fight with shouts
bringing smiles to our faces at their stupidity and doubt
of the love we had for each other that was true
you were so sweet to me and i loved you

[chorus]
seven martinis and a shot of rum
all because of what we've become, what we've become
drunk as the day that you left my sorry ass
and in this time nothing changed the pain hasn't passed
beat me sensless again and again 
i want you now and i wanted you then
hit me twice for the pain you caused
losing me again for all this love


clouds over head black as the night
rain started falling after another fight
but i didn't move after that one last punch
and you knew it was true you had the hunch
that i was gone from your arms
with the punch that you threw
my life was over, i was through

[chorus]
seven martinis and a shot of rum
all because of what we've become, what we've become
drunk as the day that you left my sorry ass
and in this time nothing changed the pain hasn't passed
beat me sensless again and again 
i want you now and i wanted you then
hit me twice for the pain you caused
losing me again for all this love
Posted: 2006-02-06 02:48:29 UTC

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