Duty Not Desire

When my lips get kissed it’s just from force of habit
For a long long time I’ve known what’s going on
His pretending hasn’t fooled me for a minute
And it’s duty not desire that brings him home
My heart is a foot stool he uses and he only takes advantage of my love
The woman in me he abuses cause it’s duty not desire that brings him home
Oh does he think I’m such a fool that I don’t notice
The changes that have taken a place in him
Where once there was pession now there’s coldness
And the love once burning bright now burns so dim
My heart is a foot stool he uses…
Yes it’s duty not desire that brings him home