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I find my way through the five o'clock rush hour |
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As daylight slowly leaves the sky |
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I open the door to that little room |
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That we call home |
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(And ooh yeah, now) |
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Her loving arms are there to greet me |
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Her tender lips are there to meet me |
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At the end of the day, |
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You know it's always been that way |
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(Ooh yeah, now) |
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And then I find my way through the early morning traffic |
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But someone else is heavy, heavy on my mind |
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I open the door to our favorite little coffee shop (ooh, ya'll) |
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The girl is right on time now (come on) |
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Her loving arms are there to greet me, |
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Her tender lips are there, always there to meet me. |
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And that's how I start my day |
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It's just too bad it doesn't end that way |
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(One woman's making my home) |
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One women's making my home |
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(But the other woman's making me wrong) |
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The other girl is making me do wrong |
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I didn't mean to let it get that strong, no baby |
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I got to decide where I belong. |
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(One woman's making my home) |
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Sometimes I get so mixed up inside |
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(But the other woman's making me wrong) |
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I wish I could find a place to hide |
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I didn't mean, I didn't mean |
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I didn't mean to let it get that strong, no girl |
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I got to decide, where I belong |
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(One woman's making my home) |
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Baby baby baby ... |
