When I get back home, I'll have time to think None of you are mean, don't bother me while we're so upfront When I get back home, I'll have another drink I'd rather sleep it off alone, to be blunt The husbands are all looking for an excuse to leave While the wives all make arrangements that they don't intend to keep There's not a cocktail within reach that isn't up my sleeve Not a canapé that doesn't make me weep
When I get back home, I'll keep me company Get my head stuck in a book, forget I ever wore this dress I think I'll go back home, it could be good for me It's not me it's you you're trying to impress
If my body language tells you so Let it be so
May a deeper understanding never follow you May you remain naive forever, may you never pull the thread Of the terrible un-loneliness engulfing you May you never stop to think what you have said
When I get back home, I'll have simplicity A pencil for a memory, a tissue for a rose When I get back home, the words will come to me If I was quicker to the point, I'd offer those
If my body language tells you so Let it be soTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
