You Wouldn't Know Good Lovin'

You Wouldn't Know Good Lovin'

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
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Love good? Gone bad...ha-ha-laughs on them

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You can tell me that you love me

But…I know that it ain’t true

Because you left on Sunday

Said you're tired of feelin' blue

 

So now it’sTuesday afternoon

And you’re coming around again

Well ...it doesn’t really matter

Cuz, I ain’t lettin’ you back in

 

You said  that you had changed

Told me you knew you’d done me wrong

Well baby I heard that old line before

Same ole’ story - same ole’ song

 

You wouldn’t know good lovin'

If it came knockin’ at your door

You wouldn’t know it now darlin'...

Cuz' you sure never did before

 

Now- I know you well enough by now

That you’d say most anything

 To try and get back in my heart

But baby…when it comes to good lovin’

You don’t even know where to start

 

So you think that I’d believe you

With that same ole’ dance and song

Well, baby... there just ain’t no way

Now go on back where you belong

 

Cuz, you wouldn’t know good lovin'

If it stared you in your face

Once you had me -  now you lost me

Now...go find someone else to chase

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anne p murray

7/2012

 

© 2012 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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great poem. it really needs a blues riff and a singer like etta james or irma thomas bring it to life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

12 Years Ago

Thank you...I agree ...It needs to be a song by either of your choices or ...Nora Jones ;)

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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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