Oh you sit there and smile and you hold him by the hand You make him a failure and break him as a man You know he was mine you took the things I claimed Look into the mirror woman aint you ashamed Aint you ashamed that you took all I owned You lured him away from me with your sweet lies and song Your kindsre dime a dozen and you think that loves a game Look into the mirror woman aint you ashamed These gray hairs I wear are not put there by age In my book of life your names on many a page Our fire of love was burning but you lured him from the flame Look into the mirror woman aint you ashamed Aint you ashamed...
ashamed, lured, mirror, kindsre, woman