| She stands at the kitchen sink
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| The news is on, the clock says 10:15
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| She’s been on her feet all day
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| And only wants to sit down to eat
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| Here I lay on the sofa
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| Watching after she cleans up after me
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| You’d never think to look at her
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| That she would find the time to cheat
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| With her hands in dirty water
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| And her mind on a cross-town motel room
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| She’ll get all her housework
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| So she’ll be free tomorrow afternoon
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| I need never tell
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| That I know what’s going on inside her mind
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| She loves me more than anything
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| She just don’t love me all the time
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| She loves me more than anything
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| She just don’t love me all the time
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| She’ll take all I’ve got to give
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| But all I’ve got to give ain’t on her mind
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| But I know that I won’t leave her
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| And it’s easier pretending to be blind
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| She loves me more than anything
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| She just don’t love me all the time
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| It ain’t that she wants to leave me
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| Sometimes she just needs somebody else
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| She’ll be back home by 5:00
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| You know she hardly thinks about herself
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| She’ll tell me she went shopping
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| But she couldn’t find a thing that she could buy
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| She loves me more than anything
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| She just don’t love me all the time |