You could hear the back door slam <br />all the way across town <br />the night you slamed that old screen door <br />and the words that you was a saying <br />could be heard by everyone <br />saying you don't love me any more.. <br />Baby, you can't keep a war like ours <br />a secret in this town <br />small town folks are a close knit family... <br />it won't make the papers but <br />a lot of telephones <br />are speading rumors about you and me.. <br /> <br />but we ain't like the Jonses's Girl <br />Mrs Jones is so up tight <br />said she lived her life so long <br />so wrong it isn't right <br />but them Joneses keep it quiet <br />they don't fight much any more <br />they sleep in seperate bedrooms <br />it's a casualty of war.. <br /> <br />well, no one heard that back door open <br />but me when you came back in <br />and no one heard you whisper <br />that this lover is your best friend.. <br />Everyone gets angry, <br />but baby you and me for sure <br />will never ever ever ever be <br />Love's casualty of war... <br /> <br />baby we ain't like the joneses <br />Mrs Jones is so up tight <br />said she lived her life so long <br />so wrong it isn't right <br />but the jones keep it quiet <br />they don't fight much any more <br />they sleep in seperate bedrooms <br />loves casualty of war..<br /><br />Connetta Jean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lyric-casualty-of-war/
