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Dec 2014
When you came to me baby you were somebody fine
Not the type of guy to try and use a cheap line
You really care-me not just feel like an act
So how do you explain the fact that
You’re hurting me; oh your love is hurting me

When I first stared into your sinister eyes
I failed to see into your brilliant disguise
I felt weak; I tried to hide
I felt pain, I wasn’t quite your size
Your love is hurting me; oh yes you're hurting me

You’re hurting me. Your love is hurting me
Oh, it’s hurting, hurting, hurting, hurting me…

I don’t mind a game when you love me like you do
But this intense kind of pain, it tears me right in two
You simply call my name I do what you want me to
Sometimes I feel ashamed, I get used to you

I love you like crazy, but you do it so rough
To be with you baby is dangerous stuff
I’ve learned wild things that I wouldn’t dare to show
But there’s something now baby I think you should know
Youre hurting me; oh, he’s hurting me…
He’s hurting me. Your love is hurting me
Oh, it's hurting, hurting, hurting, hurting me…

I don’t mind a game when he love me like him do
But this intense kind of pain, it break me right in two
You simply call my name I do what you want me to
Sometimes I feel ashamed, I get used to you, ooh…
D. Clare
David W Clare
Written by
David W Clare  Petaluma, USA
(Petaluma, USA)   
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   --- and Devon Webb
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