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Reba / Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story Of Love)
Reba McEntire
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It was somethin' as simple
As makin' the bed
That kicked off the voice
Inside her head
She was smoothin' the sheet
With the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home
"I don't know who I am"
And she sat cross-legged
On the bedroom floor
And thought, "There's three people in this house
That don't need me anymore"
And she cried like a baby
In a pile of dirty clothes
Oh, should I be more care free?
Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend, than mom?
And the dryer was buzzin'
And the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to call her mama
It was somethin' as simple
As just checkin' in to that cheap motel
Out on Highway 10
Was it the sting of leavin'
Or usin' her maiden name
That took all of the fun
Out of runnin' away?
And she cried like a baby
In the tub of room 5
Oh, should I be more care free?
Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend, than mom?
And her head was buzzin'
And the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to call her husband
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It was somethin' as simple
As pickin' up the kids
That her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark side of the moon
And she had to keep it to herself
She grabbed a bucket of chicken for supper
Oh, but she looked more care free
And she looked more sexy
And she looked more friend than mom
The table talk, it was buzzin'
And the TV, it was blarin'
And they all sat and laughed at each other
It was somethin' as simple
As not givin' up
And eight crazy hours
In the story of love
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