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Honey, I'm home What is that smell? Are you cooking my dinner? Work was pure hell. Traffic was jammed Radio was full blast Just thinking of you Made me drive really fast. With my hard hat on Hammering away My thoughts just wandered To how was your day? Did you think of me While running around So many errands All over town. The more hours I work The more that I miss you Day turns to night Exhausted from what I've been through. Those three little words Honey, I'm home Bring me the solitude I need when I roam.