| I go to work, you call it play
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| You say it should be weekend on a Saturday
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| You tell me I should get a real job and stay with you
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| I leave the house a mess, I guess I’m blind
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| You feel you’re talking to me like it’s pantomime
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| I know you think you’re never really on my mind at all
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| Hey, hey
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| I wrote a song for you, come on
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| Hey, hey
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| I wrote a song for you, come on
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| I come home late at night
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| You’re rudely awakened by the bedroom light
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| I promised you I wouldn’t be late, baby know that I try
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| I can’t afford a diamond ring
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| And I may not be your father’s friend
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| And I may not be able to pay the rent again, and I’m sorry
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| But hey, hey
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| I wrote a song for you, come on
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| Hey, hey
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| I wrote a song for you, come on
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| Foolish games in dressing rooms
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| Typing words for men in suits, you know
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| Some might say we’re worlds apart
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| And I reply we’re close at heart, you see
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| Hey, hey
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| I wrote a song for you, come on
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| Hey, hey
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| I wrote a song |