Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pam Tillis
Background Vocals
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Milton Sledge
Drums
Terry McMillan
Percussion
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Bobby Ogdin
Synthesizer
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
Willie Weeks
Bass Guitar
Steve Nathan
Piano
Rob Hajacos
Fiddle
Harry Stinson
Percussion
John Jarvis
Accordion
Mary Ann Kennedy
Background Vocals
Suzi Ragsdale
Background Vocals
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Background Vocals
Kim Richey
Background Vocals
Pam Rose
Background Vocals
Bob DiPiero
12-String Guitar
John Jorgenson
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pam Tillis
Songwriter
Dean Dillon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pam Tillis
Producer
Steve Fishell
Producer
Mike Poole
Recording Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
John Kliner
Assistant Engineer
Marc Frigo
Assistant Engineer
Sharon Lee Myers
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I ain't even gonna ask you
I can read you like a book
Girl, if I ever saw one that's an
I can't believe I did that look
You look like something
That the cat drug in
So I won't kick you while you're down
Just let me tell you, friend to friend
About a block I've been around
Did you really think last night
Would last forever
Did you really think that guy
Hung the moon
Right now, you hate yourself
'Cause you knew better
But there's no use crying
Over spilled perfume
There's a big difference
Between lonely and
Lonely for way too long
And I knew when he made his move
You weren't feeling all that strong
So I bit my tongue
'Cause I saw it coming
She danced so close to him
It's two steps forward and three steps back
When a heart is on the mend
Did you really think last night
Would last forever
Did you really think that guy
Hung the moon
Right now, you hate yourself
'Cause you knew better
But there's no use crying
Over spilled perfume
You fell in a moment of weakness
When, you've just gotta
Pull yourself back up
Dry your morning-after tears
'Cause what's done is done
Did you really think last night
Would last forever
Did you really think that guy
Hung the moon
Right now, you hate yourself
'Cause you knew better
But there's no use crying
Over spilled perfume
No use crying over
No use crying over
No use crying over spilled perfume
Writer(s): Dean Dillon, Pam Tillis
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