Faith Elizabeth Brigham

(May 14,1953 / Pittsburgh, PA)

Killer Woman Blues


If you're looking for romance
Darling, don't you look for me.
If you're looking for romance
Darling, don't you look for me.
I've got a bad habit of wanting
things that aren't good for me.

I don't blame you, Sweetheart
for wanting your fun.
I don't blame you, Sweetheart
for wanting your fun
But you know as well as I do
you can get that from anyone.

I love you, Darling, oh yes
you mean that much to me.
I love you, Darling, it's true
you mean that much to me.
But your kind of loving is the kind
that makes my poor heart bleed.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Edited: Sunday, November 07, 2004

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