Would it bother you to know   His hands have been all over me?   And would it bother you to know   I'll run to him next time you leave? Oh, yeah      When you hit the road and disappear and leave me here   I'm not sure what you're doin' out there   Or who you're doin' out it with      Oh, you're probably at some sweet hotel   With some groupie whore but what the hell   Or maybe that's just something I tell myself      When I run my nails down his back   And he kisses me on my neck   He fills me, but it kills me      Such a bitter sweet passion, pain   I bite my lip not to scream your name   Oh baby, I feel everything but guilty      Would it bother you to know he drinks   Your Southern Comfort when you're gone? Oh yeah   Would it bother you to know he picks up   Your guitar and plays your songs? Oh yes, he does      And I wear your band's T-shirt to bed   Imagine I'm with you instead   But you're not here, boy you're never here      Oh, you're probably at the back of your bus   Satisfying your one night lust   Or maybe that's just something I tell myself      When I run my nails down his back   And he kisses me on my neck   He fills me, but it kills me      It's a bitter sweet passion and pain   I bite my lip not to scream your name   Oh baby, I feel everything but guilty      Would it bother you   To know he says he's in love with me?      When I run my nails down his back   And he kisses me on my neck   He fills me, but it kills me      It's a bitter sweet passion, pain   I bite my lip not to scream your name   Oh baby, I feel everything but guilty      Would it bother you? Yeah