I hear you coming up the driveway,
I tie a ribbon in my hair.
Well, look who's come to see me.
Funny, you always end up here.
But it's still pretending.
And it's still wrong.
And I still can't tell my heart
Why I'm still alone.
I guess I'm supposed to lock you out.
I guess I'm supposed to play it tough.
But I see how you look at me
Baby, it always is enough.
Barefoot in the kitchen laughing,
Till you leave, when I'll be crying
Inside the door I close behind you,
Wishing you would stay.
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