For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

And I'm not going home with you, home with you I ain't got no time for no games Tell me what you like but it's never gon' change I'm not being rude, can you give me my space 'Cause I do what wan-wanna do So you do what you wan-wanna do Your words are

I think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm

Fast falls the eventide, it’s Friday night And I’ve only got to work until the day I’ve got a message to send back home Saying, Mama, I just had to be away Saying, Mama, sorry I had to leave Mama, sorry I had to leave I have to work another night shift I

He fills me up He gives me love He's all I've got He's all I've got in this world More love than I've ever seen But he's all the man that I need It's not the same I used to cry myself to sleep at night But that was all before he came

Come on let me change your ticket home Don't go, it's not the same when you're gone You should probably stay, probably stay, a couple more days You should probably stay, be with me, a couple more days And it's not good to be all alone And you say it's

It's a cheating situation When there's no love at home A stealing invitation To take what's not really ours To make it through the midnight hours It's a cheating situation Just a cheap imitation Doing what we have to do There's no use in pretending

And here you are And here you are and There is a room It floats above the stars This is my home It's filled with twisted light Our prayers will speak soon But not without words

We both know I could learn a thing or two And after all, it's just another day About behaving, but I love you Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer Show 'em how we do it! Just another way to prove I love you and it's hard today I'll lay back in my

I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me