The Dirty Truth - Joanne Shaw Taylor

This can't be good my baby's got that look again

Like he's about to come undone grab his gun and count to ten

I'm in the line of fire he's shooting sparks like a live wire

My love's grown old

So he wants to throw my soul to the coals fire

I've been careful where I'm treading

Dreading the road that's ahead

He's depending on it ending with me winding up dead

He's up for raising hell

In his mind I've been tried and ruled untrue

But he'll be the first to hit the ground

That's the low down

The dirty truth

I've tried to let it slide but he's defined by his foolish pride

He's in deep he can't eat

I've tried to creep out while he's asleep

If he can't have me then no one will

But what he doesn't know is that I'd rather shoot

Than be killed

This can't be good my baby's got that look again

I've just watched him come undone

Grab his gun and he's three from ten

I've been wrestling with confessing but it's a blessing

That there's no proof

But I just shot my baby down

And that's the low down

The dirty truth

But I just shot my baby down

And that's the low down

The dirty truth

I just shot my baby down

And that's the low down

The dirty truth