by Jim Howe
Well you pulled out with the sunset
Your finger sticking in the air
I guess I got you upset
The neighbors are well aware
We could sleep in tight
If you don't stay out all night
It's bedtime
Baby won't you come back home
It's bedtime
Baby won't you come back home
Babe come home
Well this March will last forever
And babe I'm getting sick of this cold
But as long as we're together
Just let the ugly thing unfold
We could sleep in tight
If you don't stay out all night
It's bedtime
Baby won't you come back home
It's bedtime
Baby won't you come back home
Babe come home
All songs and images copyright 2008 by Jim Howe
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