She knew all the answers
That I have to say
Taking all her chances
And never seem to pay
It's the risk you're taking
To see it time to time
She is not for changing
But you are all for trying
Now come home, come home
She is dying to meet you
So I'll have to greet you
Come home, come home
She is dying to meet you
So I'll have to greet you
She is cool in high brow
And you're not society
She is going places
Where you never are to be
It's the risk you're taking
To see her all the time
It's a game your playing
Keeps you hanging on her line
Well come home, come home
She is dying to meet you
So I'll have to greet you
Come home, come home
She is dying to meet you
So I'll have to greet you
She is far away now
Goes to a store and buys
You were left behind here
In your room you'll sit and die
It's a risk you're taking
Seeing her time to time
She is not for changing
But you were still for trying
Now come home, come home
She is dying to meet you
So I'll have to greet you
Come home, come home...
Writer(s): Oscar Lloyd Harrison, Simon Fowler, Damon Minchella, Stephen John Cradock
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