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I don't need you

It was a summer night and i had just walked out of a bar that has long since closed in a town i eventually grew to love.  It was a first kiss that came out of nowhere from a man who drove an El Camino.  I was there with a friend we had in common, yes to meet him.  I was out of practice, having been with my husband for 20 years.  I felt seen by this tall, lean, long haired, tattooed man with the dark eyes and thick lashes..... wanted, desired.  The way he wouldn't stop staring at me, the quietness of him, the nearness...he was the distraction i was looking for. Training wheels. 

At the end of the night i followed him out of the parking lot, him leading me to the main road (before GPS) this song came on the radio.  We both stopped at the red light where i would go one way and he would go the other.  He jumped out of his car, ran back to mine and gave me another kiss through the open window.  We parted ways and we should have left it at that. 

This song will always make me remember when I had an open heart, hope, when fear of rejection, or of not being wanted by a man wasn't something i had learned yet.   He came to me when i needed that...but i didn't need him.  

I don't need anyone.



Ain't no need to worry

There ain't no use to cry'Cause I'll be comin' home soonTo keep you satisfied
You know I get so lonelyThat I feel I can't go onAnd it feels so good inside, babeJust to call you on the telephoneAnd I said
Ooh, baby, I love youWhat more can I sayOoh, baby, I need youI miss you more everyday
I woke up early this mornin'And sun came shining downAnd it found me wishin' and a-hopingMama, you could be around
Well, you know I need youMore than the air I breatheAnd I guess I'm just tryin' to tell you, womanOh, what you mean to me, yeah, yeah
Ooh, baby, I love youWhat more can I sayOoh, baby, I need youI miss you more everydayWhat I say
I'm tryin' to tell you I love youIn each and every wayI'm tryin' to tell you I need youMuch more than just a piece of leg
Ooh, baby, I love youWhat more can I sayOoh, baby, I need youI miss you more everyday
Ooh, baby I love, love, love, love youWhat more can I say, yeahOoh, baby I need your sweet lovin'I miss you more and more everyday, yeah
Ooh, baby, I love youBaby, baby, I need you

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