Guilty
James Jessie Lyrics
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And would it bother you to know I'll run to him next time you leave, oh yeah.
When you hit the road and disappear, and leave me here.
I'm not sure what you're doing out there, or who you're doing it with.
Oh You're probably at some sweet hotel with some groupie whore,
But what the hell, or maybe that's just something I tell myself.
He feels me, but it kills me.
Such a bittersweet, passion pain,
I bite my lip not to scream your name, oh baby.
I feel everything, but guilty.
Would it bother you to know he drinks your southern comfort
when you're gone. Oh Yeah.
Would it bother you to know he picks up your guitar and
plays your songs, oh yes he does.
And I wear your band t-shirt to bed, imagine I'm with you instead,
but you're not here.
No you're never here.
Oh you're probably at the back of your bus, satisfying you all night long,
but maybe that's just something I tell myself.
When I run my nails down his back, and he kisses me on my neck,
He feels me, but it kills me.
It's a bittersweet, passionate pain,
I bite my lip not to scream your name, oh baby.
I feel everything, but guilty.
Would it bother you to know he says, he's in love with me.
When I run my nails down his back, and he kisses me on my neck,
He feels me, but it kills me.
It's a bittersweet, passion pain,
I bite my lip not to scream your name, oh baby.
I feel everything, but guilty. Oh oh
Would it bother you...Yeah
The lyrics to James Jessie's song Guilty explore the emotions of a woman who is involved in a romantic relationship with a man who is frequently absent. The woman confesses to being unfaithful with another man, and wonders if her partner would be bothered to know that another man's hands have been all over her. The lyrics also suggest that the woman finds herself imagining that she is with her partner, even as she wears his band t-shirt to bed and runs her nails down another man's back. Despite the fact that she is being unfaithful, the woman feels a sense of bittersweet passion and pain when she is with her partner.
Line by Line Meaning
Would it bother you to know his hands have been all over me..
If you found out that he had touched me, would it upset you?
And would it bother you to know I'll run to him next time you leave, oh yeah.
Would you be bothered if you knew I would immediately go to him the next time you left me?
When you hit the road and disappear, and leave me here.
When you leave and disappear, leaving me here alone.
I'm not sure what you're doing out there, or who you're doing it with.
I don't know what you're doing out there or who you're with.
Oh You're probably at some sweet hotel with some groupie whore,
You're probably at a hotel with some girl.
But what the hell, or maybe that's just something I tell myself.
But maybe it's just something I'm telling myself.
When I run my nails down his back, and he kisses me on my neck,
When I touch him and he touches me.
He feels me, but it kills me.
It feels good, but it also feels bad.
Such a bittersweet, passion pain,
It's a mix of pleasure and pain.
I bite my lip not to scream your name, oh baby.
I try to hold back from screaming your name.
I feel everything, but guilty.
I feel everything, but not guilty.
Would it bother you to know he drinks your southern comfort when you're gone. Oh Yeah.
Would it bother you if you found out he was drinking your whiskey when you're not here?
Would it bother you to know he picks up your guitar and plays your songs, oh yes he does.
Would it bother you if you knew he was playing your guitar and singing your songs?
And I wear your band t-shirt to bed, imagine I'm with you instead, but you're not here.
I wear your band t-shirt to bed and pretend you're here, but you're not.
No you're never here.
You're not here with me.
Oh you're probably at the back of your bus, satisfying you all night long, but maybe that's just something I tell myself.
You're probably on your bus with some other girl, but maybe that's just my imagination.
When I run my nails down his back, and he kisses me on my neck,
When I touch him and he touches me.
He feels me, but it kills me.
It feels good, but it also feels bad.
It's a bittersweet, passion pain,
It's a mix of pleasure and pain.
I bite my lip not to scream your name, oh baby.
I try to hold back from screaming your name.
I feel everything, but guilty. Oh oh
I feel everything, but not guilty.
Would it bother you...Yeah
Would it bother you, yeah?
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DUNCAN MATTHEW JAMES INGLIS, TIMOTHY DANIEL WOODCOCK, GARY BARLOW, ELIOT JOHN KENNEDY
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