Time To Go Home

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