I go to work
you call it play
you say it should be weekend on a Saturday
you tell me I should get a real job and stay with you
I leave the house a mess
I guess I'm blind
you feel you're talking to me like it's pantomime
I know you think you're never really on my mind at all
hey hey
I wrote a song for you come on
hey hey
I wrote a song for you come on
I come home late at night
you're rudely awakened by the bedroom light
I promised you I wouldn't be late baby know that I try
I can't afford a diamond ring
and I may not be your father's friend
and I may not be able to pay the rent again
and I'm sorry
but hey hey
I wrote a song for you come on
hey hey
I wrote a song for you come on
foolish games in dressing rooms
typing words for men in suits you know
some might say we're worlds apart
and I reply we're close at heart you see
hey hey
I wrote a song for you come on
hey hey
I wrote a song