The steaks are getting cold on the table
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I've got the TV on to "That's Incredible"
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Every other woman is hot apple pie
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so why isn't he home on time?
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He's working late
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And there aint nothin in the world that you can do
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to bring him home to you
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'cause when he says he's working late..
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Oh lord, when we first moved in together
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he just couldn't wait
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to hold me in his arms
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so he'd never hesitate
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talk in words love, make me feel like a little girl
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well now his living in another world
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he's working late
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and there aint nothin in the world that you can do
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to bring him home to you
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'cause when he says he's working late..
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You give him all the love you could
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and sometimes i give alone
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you think he's looking for something he can't find at home
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well tomorrow night, lets not go home
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-harmonica-
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I just go home, hang out by the tv set
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there aint no more shows on and he aint home yet
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try to close my eyes, and tell myself
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that he would never fall in love with someone else
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he's working late
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and there aint nothin in the world that you can do
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to bring him home to you
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'cause when he says he's working..
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he's working late
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and there aint nothin in the world that you can do
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to bring him home to you
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'cause when he says he's..
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he's working late - oh i know he's working
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he's working late - then he just better be working late
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Working Late
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