I'm A Player (But I Ain't Playin' You)

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Lyric

she's in her stocking feet 
he's in a suit and tie and they cuddle in the love seat 
watching their favorite tv show 
comes a commercial, he says "ok, I gotta go" 
and he takes the old van 
half an hour ahead of the rest of the band 
sets up the kit 
gets himself a belt before the hit 
and he holds the time steady 
and he misses her already 
thinks, "I'm a player, but i ain't playin you" 

There's a little applause 
And the band steps down to take a pause 
Now that bar will move some booze 
a hand on his shoulder says "you're one cat we hate to lose, 
that fine girl must be blue 
how come she ain't goin with you?" 
but they know how it is 
those old guys been a while in the biz 
and as the day gets nearer 
he looks in the men's room mirror 
says "I'm a player, but I ain't playin you" 

packs up the contraption 
bids fairwell to the faction 
and of all these worthy constituents, he's the last to go 
then he slowly rolls home 
creeps in the door 
kicks off his socks and shoes on the floor 
slides under the sheet 
how his eyes well up when their bodies meet 
he holds her near 
and whispers in her sleeping ear 
"I'm a player, but I ain't playin you"