| Somewhere a party’s going on
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| Someone’s that should go home
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| But he’s the life of the party so his friends won’t let him go
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| Oh no
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| He’s having a real good time
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| Telling jokes and drinking wine
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| And if someone’s waiting for him
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| You never know
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| But home she’s looking out the window
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| Thinking about the good times she remembers
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| Holding back the tears and wishing he was safe at home
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| Inside her two loving arms, sure do miss him
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| Two lips that long to kiss him
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| Once more whisper «baby I love you»
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| Back at the party, he’s all smiles
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| And his mind is miles and miles from the woman who keeps on loving him more and
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| more
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| One more dance, a little more wine
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| He’s not too worried about the time
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| Cause he knows she’ll be waiting there at the door
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| But home she’s looking out the window
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| Thinking about the good times she remembers
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| Holding back the tears and wishing he was safe at home
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| Outside, she sees the car lights
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| She hears the door and knows he’s alright
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| And though he’s been a million places, she never looks for lipstick traces
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| And in her heart, she knows he’s wrong
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| But she’s so glad to have him home
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| Once more she whispers
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| As the tears fall down she whispers
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| Once more she whispers
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| «I love you» |