You still smile at me when I come home and you always ask me how my day has been You dry your face to make me feel there's nothing wrong As we start another evening of return You sit and wait for me to tell my usual lie at all excuse to get away from home And I help you with your coat and straighten up your tie But as you leave I'm reaching for the phone This is not a home it's a place where we change close And walk the floor and wait and watch the clock No it's not a home this is one of those situations known as marriage on the rocks
You wait from nine to five pretending I'm at home And yet you know I meet him secretly How much longer must this game of decieve go on We'd both be better off if we were free No it's not a home this is one of those situations known as marriage on the rocksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
