REBA MCENTIRE - Eight Crazy Hours (Story of Love) lyrics

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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 n thought

There's are three people here in this house that don't need me anymore

And she cried like a baby, in a pile of dirty clothes

Oh She might be more carefree

She might be more sexy

She might be more friendly more

And the dryer was buzzin

And the tv was blarin'

And she wanted to call her mama

It was something just as simple as just checking in

To that cheap motel out on highway 10

Was it the sting of just leavin'?

Or using her middle name

That took the fun out of runnin' away

And she cried like a baby in the tub of room 5

Oh She might be more carefree

She might be more sexy

She might be more friend than non

And her head was buzzin

And the tv was blarin'

And she wanted to call her husband

It was somethin' as simple as pickin up the kids

That brought her back to her roof again

She'd been to the backside of the moon

And she had to keep it to herself

She grabbed a bucket of chicken for supper

Oh but she looked more carefree

And she looked more sexy

And she looked more friend than non

The table talk it was buzzin'

And the tv it was blarin'

And they all sat n laughed at each other

It was something as simple as not givin' up

Eight crazy hours in the story of love<br />

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