| I sent the wife a postcard yesterday
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| Said everything’s going just right
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| I ran down my sightseeing day
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| But I had to forget last night
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| The picture said I’d be home soon
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| Knowing I’d be happy, fogged in for life
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| And sure enough when I landed
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| It might as well have been a world title fight
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| She was screaming: «Rock me at home, rock me at home
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| Or leave it alone»
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| «Well I’m through pretending I’m your puppet
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| You’d crack if you felt this alone
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| Your life is one big tour of the world
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| Why don’t you rock me at home.»
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| «Rock me at home, or leave it alone»
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| She said: «Don't you dare deceive me
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| Stop coming home all rocket out
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| You better be starving for my love
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| I want you to make me squirm and shout»
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| Even if I’m plain dead tired
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| I can act as if I’d been alone
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| But it’s hard to be alone
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| Sometimes it makes me want to
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| Rock her at home |