I'm spreading myself a little too thin Trying to do the job of too many men I'm running out of lies Getting hard to think of an alibi Running out of lies Getting hard to think of an alibi You can rest assured my woman's no fool She can tell I been loving you Stealing your love is getting harder and harder The excuses I been giving just won't hold water I'm tired of worrying, whenever I come home late With your lipstick traces Oh yes I am, babe I'm tired of lying, peeping and hiding And low class places Oh I'm so tired, baby
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