Lyrics

A deadline at the office Swear you ain't gotta choice A Friday at the ball game Catching drinks with the boys A weekend at the lake house When you knew I couldn't come Another late night workout An early morning run, so That's what you call your side piece White lie little stories Tryna hide it from me Bless her heart, that poor thing Honey I'm so sorry It's too bad you gon' miss me When you reach for the real thang And all you feel is lonely You can call your side piece oh Go head call your side piece oh A little lapse in judgement A messed up nothing fling A million I'm so sorrys Swear she don't mean a thang A moment of weakness Just wasn't thinking straight A ride down the wrong road A stupid mistake, so That's what you call your side piece White lie little stories Tryna hide it from me Bless her heart, that poor thing Honey I'm so sorry It's too bad you gon' miss me When you reach for the real thang And all you feel is lonely You can call your side piece oh Go head call your side piece oh I wish I knew her name, I'd hit her up and tell her thanks She's a saint for taking you off my hands That's what you call your side piece White lie little stories Tryna hide it from me Bless her heart, that poor thing Honey I'm so sorry It's too bad you gon' miss me When you reach for the real thang And all you feel is lonely You can call your side piece oh Go head call your side piece oh
Writer(s): Julia Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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