Reba:

I've known about you

For a while now

When he leaves me

He wears a smile now

As soon as he's away from me

In your arms is where he wants to be



Linda:

But you're the one he rushes home to

You're the one he gave his name to

I never see his face

In the early morning light

You have his mornings, his daytime, and sometimes I have his nights



Reba:

But does he love you



Linda:

Does he love you



Reba:

Like he loves me



Linda:

Like he loves me



Reba:

Does he think of you



Linda:

Does he think of you



Reba