| Another Friday evening with the TV set
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| Star Spangled’s playing and you’re not home yet
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| You said you had to work down at the office late tonight
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| And I can’t help but wonder what she’s like
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| It’s just that loneliness is hard to take
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| Wondering where and if I made a mistake
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| Or did I smother you till you broke away to love her
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| I know her lipstick’s not the same as mine
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| Her voice is not as coarse
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| Her hair’s a darker brown
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| But does she love you like I do
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| Or is there a part of you
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| Too restless to tie down
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| Can’t help but wonder
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| Can’t help but wonder
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| Well the coffee’s warm and strong again
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| And I left the porch light on again
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| And the sheets they’re just as cold again
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| I know her lipstick’s not the same as mine
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| Her voice is not as coarse
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| Her hair’s a darker brown
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| But does she love you like I do
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| Or is there a part of you
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| Too restless to tie down
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| Can’t help but wonder
|
| I know her lipstick’s not the same as mine
|
| Her voice is not as coarse
|
| Her hair’s a darker brown
|
| But does she love you like I do
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| Or is there a part of you
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| Too restless to tie down
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| Can’t help but wonder
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| Can’t help but wonder |