Find my way, in the five o'clock
rush hour,
As daylight, slowly leaves the
sky.
I open the door, to that little
room,
That we call home.
Loving arms, are there, to greet
me,
Tender lips are there, to meet me.
At the end of the day,
You know it's, always been that
way.
Then I find my way, through the
early morning traffic,
But someone else, is heavy, heavy,
on my mind.
Open the door to our favorite
little coffee shop,
(Ohh, ya'll) the girl is right on
time. (Now, come one.)
Loving arms, are there, to greet
me,
Tender lips are there, always
there to meet me.
And that's how I start my day,
It's just too bad it doesn't end
that way.
(One woman's making my home)
One women's making my home,
(But the other woman's making me
wrong)
The other girl, is making me do
wrong.
I didn't mean, let it get that
strong, no baby.
I got to decide, where I belong.
(One woman's making my home)
Sometimes I get so mixed up
inside,
(But the other woman's making me
wrong)
I wish I could find a place, to
hide.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean,
I didn't mean to let it get that
strong, nah girl.
I got to decide, where I belong.
