Every time you hurt me, it's the same old thing. I wipe away my tears, sit down in front of the mirror, And fix my face. That's when you say you're sorry an' get down on your knees: I always give you one more chance to make it up to me. Oh, baby, if I didn't, what kind of woman would I be?
If I forgot about us, an', just for once, thought about me, What kind of woman would I be? Out on my own, would I make a fresh start? Find somebody knew, or would I fall apart? Some women move on, exceed their dreams, While others spend their lives lonely. If tonight, I were to pack my bags an' leave, What kind of woman would I be?
Would I turn out like Tina Murphy, you know, after she left Steve? She went back to college, she'll graduate this autumn, I thought she'd never leave. Would I be like my friend, Brenda, who hates livin' alone? She calls me every night, cryin' on the 'phone. If I stopped cookin' your supper, an' grabbed my my kids, What kind of woman would I be?
If I forgot about us, an', just for once, thought about me, What kind of woman would I be? Out on my own, would I make a fresh start? Find somebody knew, or would I fall apart? Some women move on, exceed their dreams, While others spend their lives lonely. If tonight, I were to pack my bags an' leave, What kind of woman would I be?
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