Mean Mean Man

Crushed from the weight of his heart
She takes cover in the dark
Looking around, it sure seems she can
Be free at last of A Mean Man

He’s a Mean, Mean, Mean, Mean Man
Loving him just forces his hand
His eyes are red and his heart is black
She’ll run when she can and she’ll never look back

No, no, no, nobody can know
What broken women won’t show
Like an animal bears a brand
She wears the scars of A Mean Man

He’s a Mean, Mean, Mean, Mean Man…

Using love as a lure
For something no woman can cure
But she tries anyway
Till the last breath on her last day

He’s a Mean, Mean, Mean, Mean Man…

One man’s love is another man’s blow
The bruise is fresh but she’ll never say so
She knows every inch and each line of his hand
The legacy of A Mean Man

He’s a Mean, Mean, Mean, Mean Man…

She will be free of A Mean Man

© Allison Thrash

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