Randy Montana

Ain't Much Left Of Lovin' You

Randy Montana


There's an evening dress in the closet, with a red wine stain on the sleeve.
You're pillows still on the bed where we used to sleep.
And in the dresser drawer there's a couple more things that smell like her perfume.
But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you.

And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away.
Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay.
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there ain't much left of loving you.

The flowers that you planted, on either side of the steps out front, before they bloom I think I might dig 'em up.
That old porch swing, those songs you sang and the cold and bitter truth.
But other than that, there ain't much left of lovin' you.

And all I got is a big broken heart and memories I can't drank away.
Just because the man I was wasn't enough to make you stay.
The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there ain't much left of loving you.

The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there ain't much left… The heaven we had, the hell that I'm going through, other than that, there ain't much left of loving you.

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