| 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
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| Ooh, y’all, 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 woman’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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| Oh oh oh, 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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| Oh oh oh, 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 baby, yeah yeah yeah… |