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Sangtekst: Billy Squier. Come Home.

Poundin' on the pavement, soundin' the alarm
Strangulation mama, why you do me harm
Graduation lover, turn me on a dime
Come around and see me when you find the time

I can't be certain, you can't deny
Who can be certain, when these things you hide

Come home...come home
Come home little woman wontcha leave me alone
Come home...come home
Come home now baby keep me off the phone
I don't want your lie-de-lies, don't care what you say, girl
Come home...come home
Come home little woman get your back on the lawn

How you wanna play it--whatcha gotta say
Are you gonna keep me up all night for days
Tell me 'bout your lovers, tell me how ya do
Tell me now baby what's it done to you

I could be bitter, who could deny
You should know better but these things you try


Come home...come home
Come home little woman dontcha leave me alone
Come home...come home
Come home now baby keep me off the phone
I don't want to fight the fight, where you gonna stay the night...
Come home...come home
Come home little woman dontcha leave me alone
Come home...come home
Come home now baby, don't leave me all alone

I could be tempted, who could deny...love over logic runs true every time
Come home...come home
Come home little woman dontcha leave me alone
Come home...come home
Come home now baby, wontcha stay
Come home...come home
Come home little woman dontcha leave me alone
Come home...come home
Come home now baby get your ass on the lawn

Squier, Billy