She's always coming home too late
She smells of other men and gallons of Champagne
Somebody tell me why I stay
Those hands, those lips, those looks, that's it.
I'm leaving today I'm getting out of this place
Don't try to tell me I should stay
Those hands, those lips, those looks, that's it.
I think I'll be staying out too late...tonight
Let's see how she deals with all the pain and wondering
That clock, that watch, tic toc, that's it I'm leaving today
I'm getting out of this place
Don't try to tell me I should stay
I'm getting out of this place
I'm getting out of this place
I'm gone
That car, that bridge, that lake, that's it
I won't be coming home tonight
She won't be coming home tonight
She won't be coming home tonight
She won't be coming home tonight
She won't be coming home tonight

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