If you're not supposed to be here
I guess then neither am I
But who are we to say so
We won't know until we try
Well I don't know
I just don't understand
Why you go home to your fickle-hearted man

You say he's gettin' into his mistress
You say she's gettin' into his bank
Well I'm gettin' into you dear
And I guess I've got him to thank
Why do you take his lash
Why do you let him hide your tan
Tell me why do you go home to your fickle-hearted man

We've yet to say goodnight dear
And the sky is starting to pink
But I'm not up for drivin' home
I'm up for what you think
It's cool outside
We can sleep it off in the van
Then just try to go home to your fickle-hearted man

Stay awhile
Just as long as you can
Then just try to go home to your fickle-hearted man