SHORT END OF THE STICK
Lord, why'd you make that woman
If you didn't want my heart to feel so sad
Every time I go out with her
I know I'm gonna come home hurting bad
Every time I get my hopes up high
She turns around and gives my heart a kick
She takes off with some other guy
And I go home with the short end of the stick
CHORUS
Well, I'm getting sick and tired, of the short end of the stick
Maybe love's to fast for me, I never was that quick
I turn around, every time I hear, a pair of high heels click
But every night I still go home, with the short end of the stick
Lord, I think I'll swear off women
Go out and buy a big old dog instead
He'll like me just the way I am
And won't mind sharing half of this old bed
Cause, I think I'm never gonna' know
The secret of what makes a woman tick
As close as I can figure it out
It's giving me the short end of the stick
CHORUS
Well, I'm getting sick and tired, of the short end of the stick
Maybe love's too fast for me, I never was that quick
I turn around, every time I hear, a pair of high heels click
But every night, I still go home with the short end of the stick
Chris71