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• Artiste: Bobbie Cryner
• Titre: You Think He'd Know Me Better
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I sat there talking to myself: "Why can't he turn it down?" He keeps that TV up so loud that I can't think. And every time I turn a page, He starts to talk about his day. Can't he see I'm trying to read. And it's cold enough in here to freeze, He keeps it 68 degrees. What's that man been thinking of? In all the years we've been together, You think he'd know me better than he does. I sat there wond'rin' to myself, Why he wears those same old clothes. But then he says he knows they're out of style. And damn that man, why can't he tell, I'm dying in this house? I ain't been out on the town in quite a while. And can't he tell what mood I'm in, The way I've got my back to him, I don't feel like making love. In all the years we've been together, You think he'd know me better than he does. I sat there thinking to myself, Why's he been coming home so late? He knows his supper's waiting on the stove. An' I sat there lying to myself, About the suitcase in the hall, And the night I heard him call her on the 'phone. Said he'd been thinking to himself, How I 've treated him like hell, And I've forgotten how to love. And right before he drove away, Through his tears, he tried to say, I don't talk to him enough. In all the years we've been together, You'd think he'd know me better than he does. In all the years we've been together, Why don't he know me better than he does?