Dish the dirt
What dreams cause love to drift away?
What contact brings a thrill that says
'It's time to leave, don't pack just run
My arms are waiting, come my love'
A stolen kiss, a squeeze, a touch
More than enough to break a trust
A trust that had no clue or plan
And gave you all the love she can
Yet still you cheated wanting more
Too many nights away for sure
And then the shirts, the lipstick stain
The scratches, love bites, aftershave
She didn't buy it, so who did?
The card, the words, the special kiss
So underhand, your shame to hide
A glovebox broadcast all your lies
And now she knows, her heart in two
Yet still she cries tears over you
But that's the price of love that hurts
We love the loves that dish the dirt
©Joseph G Dawson