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Don't mind doing dishes at night Picking up all your mess that you're leaving behind 'Cause you go on the road for a month at a time You say you can't wait to get back home And I don't mind when you're coming home late Whiskey on your breath, say you made a mistake Kissed a girl on the mouth, it was a three-dollar bet But you'll always call me your own How can I be the one that cries for you unless you love me true? How can I be the one that lets it slide unless you take the time to be a good man to me? Any day of the week Tell the boys all "No," that you just can't go No, tonight it's just my baby and me Be a good man to me I understand if it's not in your way to go doting about on a lady all day But the simplest thing that would make my heart ring Well, you don't even think to do it So if it's too much to be giving enough to keep the sparkle alive I guess that we tried everything that we could Songtexteto keep our love going good And I'd like to think I'm better for it And if you did ever really love me then it wasn't in vain 'Cause what's a girl without a broken heart and some baggage to claim when she climbs on a plane I don't mind doing dishes at night Picking up all your mess that you're leaving behind 'Cause you go on the road for a month at a time You say you can't wait to get back home Aus Songtexte Mania