When Did You Stop Loving Me?

 

(Can be sung to the old country refrain).

 

Oh, when did you stop loving me?

Was it when you bit off my ear, and threw it in the beer?

Or when you locked my door, made me sleep on the floor?

Or was it when I asked for a hug, and you pulled out the rug?

Was that when you stopped loving me?

 

Oh, when did you stop loving me?

Was it when you seasoned my soup with dog poop?

Backed over my hammock, with me sleeping in it?

Or stood me up, for over a year, dear?

Was that when you stopped loving me?

 

Oh, when did you stop loving me?

Was it when you asked me to pet the pretty tiger for you at the zoo?

Or asked me step back at the edge of the cliff, to give you a better view?

Or when you stomped on my face and left without a trace?

Was that when you stopped loving me?

 

I should have known, when you hired a hit man to be our best man.

Was that was when you stopped loving me.

        

Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull

 

4/12/98



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