Lone Justice - Working Late Lyrics
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Working Late
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What Are The Lyrics For Working Late By Lone Justice?
Steaks are getting cold on the table
I've got the TV on to "That's Incredible" In the yellow oven is hot apple pie So why isn't he home on time? He's working late (He's working late) And there's nothing in the world you can do To bring him home to you When he says he's working late When we first moved in together he just couldn't wait To hold me in his arms, he'd never hesitate Talking words of love, making me feel like a little girl And now he's living in another world He's working late (He's working late) And there's nothing in the world you can do To bring him home to you When he says he's working late Do you give him all the love you can? Well, sometimes I guess I don't Do you think he's looking for something he can't find at home? Well, the more I wonder, the less I know I just got woken up by the TV set There ain't no more shows on and he ain't home yet I try to close my eyes and fool myself That he would never fall in love with someone else He's working late (He's working late) And there's nothing in the world you can do To bring him home to you When he says he's working late (He's working late) And there's nothing in the world you can do To bring him home to you When he says he's working late (He's working late) Oh, I know he's working (He's working late) Well, he just better be working late |
Who Wrote Working Late By Lone Justice?
Marvin Etzioni
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What's The Duration Of The Working Late By Lone Justice?The duration of Working Late is 2:46 minutes and seconds. |
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