Lyrics
I work twelve hours a day,
Late nights and weekends too.
I drive my car down a lonesome road,
Coming home to you.
But I know as I pull up the drive,
There won’t be nobody there.
So why, If you love me.
Oh why, If you love me,
Tell me why can’t you stay home.
I’ve tried to impress you.
I’ve tried to romance you.
Why can’t you stay home.
I wear a pager now,
I carry a mobile phone.
But when I call from the Cadillac,
To tell you I’m late getting home.
I know, as the phone rings,
There won’t be nobody there.
My work is keeping me busy,
My secretary too.
I send her out to buy a dozen roses,
And drop them off to you.
But I know, as she knocks on the door,
There won’t be nobody there.
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