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He don't come when he's called Sometimes he don't come at all and he loves you She don't do as she's told She don't weave threads of gold But she loves you Cheryl, it's time to go home Cheryl, it's a cold, cold dawn Take what you need, don't do as you're told. Cheryl, it's time to go home. I know you've been so concerned that I don't have money to burn I know that there's just no excuse We live the life that we choose and I love her and I can love you too if you let me through Aus Songtexte Mania